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Sweat

By: Da_Imp



Ya know, I'm attracted by a lot of different things. The smells in the air, the way sunlight glints off of your hair and the curve of a well rounded ass, just to name a few. But, one of my all time favorites, is sweat. I love the way it feels on me. I love the way I feel inside when I'm doing something that illicit that response from my body. But most of all, I love the things that it does to the appearance of a certain woman. I love the way that it clumps your hair, when down, into those spindly strands. I love the glow that it gives to your face. 

And last, but not least, I love what it does to the way you smell. That's when I feel that I have access to your essence, to what and who you really are. Oh shit, I forgot...I love the way it makes you taste. Mmmmmmmm, the salt, the minerals and oils all mixed together and you underneath. OH MY GOD! Not to mention, the way sweat mixes with your pussy's flavor, I could just die. Now that's something I truly love. Hell, love's not even a strong enough word, but it'll have to do, cause I can't think of anything else right now. That's not entirely true, but I don't know if I feel up to the running list I would have to come up with to do it justice. Anywho, when I saw you running toward the house this morning, I have to admit, I saw an opportunity to enjoy two of my favorite things, your sweat and your sex. 

I was driving home from a thankfully long and uneventful shift when I saw you. Your hair was braided, bouncing along behind you with each stride and thanks to the lovely cloudless sky overhead, even this early in the morning, you were covered in sweat. I smiled, stepped on the gas and made a dash for the house. I didn't think that you saw me, not that it would have really mattered other than then you would have known that I was going to be at home waiting on you, but like I said, I didn't think that you did. 

Best I could figure, I had about five minutes before you walked in the door. You were near the end of your run and then you'd walk for a couple of minutes before heading in and making a bee line for the shower. That's why I had to be here first, I didn't want you anywhere near that shower, not for a while anyway. 

When you walked in I was just coming out of the kitchen. I met you just before the hall. "How are ya sweetie?" I asked. You took the Gator Aid that I'd poured for you and made short work of it. "Good fire fighter, thanks. How was your night?" I told you all about the how we hadn't done a blasted thing and how I'd slept like a baby. Then, before you could say another word, or make a single step toward that shower, I pulled you to me and kissed you. You didn't protest, at first. Then, as the kiss continued and my hands took to caressing your arms and side you pulled back. "Fire fighter, I'm nasty. I've got to get washed up." I held on to you, smiled an impish smile and reminded you, "Baby, you know how I feel about you and sweat. Besides, as good as I feel this morning, I just don't think that I could let you go now if I had too." 

I pulled you to me again, kissed you deeply and slid my hands over your bicycle shorts and grabbed a double handful of ass. Your lips left mine and a wonderful little grin had over taken your lips. "Fine, you want me... you got me." With that you stepped back, told me to strip and pulled your shirt over your head. I have to admit this caught me half a step out of sync. I expected to have to work a little harder than this, but I got back up to speed in just a second as I watched you bra go flying. My uniform tee was gone in nothing flat and my shoes followed. I honestly don't remember taking my pants off, even though I know I did, because I was too taken with the vision of you walking away from me with those bicycle shorts twirling around your right ankle as you went. Your ass was a hypnotic orb leading me where ever you wanted me to go. Strange, but what had been my idea, now suddenly seemed yours. Oh well, as long as it was somebody's.

I walked down the hall removing my socks as I went. I turned into the bedroom and you were no where to be seen. I suddenly had the feeling that I'd been had and strode toward the bathroom. I'm still not exactly sure where you came from, but I was shoved and landed on the bed. I rolled over and managed to find you looking at me from the foot of the bed. "This is what you wanted, right big boy?" Just to keep this fire going, I replied, "Yes Ma'am." Your head dropped slightly and you cut your eyes back up at me. I smiled and caught you as you leapt toward me.

You'd been in long enough that the liquid that had covered your body had begun to dry. You were now this wonderful, sticky, salty morsel for me to enjoy. As we fell back toward the bed I managed to get my mouth to your shoulder, God, I love the way you taste. I was like a junkie who had just stumbled onto a two kilo bag of smack. My mouth couldn't pull hard enough, my tongue couldn't move fast enough and my lips couldn't decide which way to go. 

There was an intensity to this, more than just me, I suddenly realized why you hadn't fought me over this, you wanted this as bad as I did. Your mouth was on my neck, my chest, my arms, you were everywhere at once and I loved it. I moved around to your neck and then followed the heavier residue down, over your chest and between your breasts. Your lifted up and over me. Your breasts now hanging in my face, my tongue licking around and over them. You stayed over me for a few minutes, watching me. You took one hand and lifted my head, held it against you, helping me satisfy my craving. I was lost in your flavors, perfectly happy to continue to feed. Then you pushed me down, pinned my arms with yours and stared into my eyes. "Let's see if we can put that tongue to good use somewhere else." With that you began to crawl. 

You placed your knees on either side of my head, reached down, held your pussy open to me and lowered it to my mouth. I was in heaven now. I lapped at you greedily. I had a hunger that I thought was being feed only to find that what I really wanted, no, needed, had been withheld and was just now being offered. I was ravenous and you had brought me a feast. My tongue swirled in the sweet briny mix, taking as much of you in as I could. You released my arms as you climbed up me so now I took them and replaced your hands with mine. As I held you open I bathed the inside of your lips with my tongue, retrieving their own special taste before diving back into the abyss. I buried my face in your soaking pussy. 

I felt you catch on the stubble of my cheeks and I felt your clit as my nose slid over it. My tongue was inside you, licking, digging, flicking, probing and tasting every inch of you that I could reach. My hands were on your ass, pulling you to me and trying to shove myself inside you. I felt your finger brush at my nose and I looked to see what it was you wanted. What you wanted was for me to get out of the way, so, I lifted you a little higher by your ass and allowed you access to your clit. You rubbed it hard and fast right from the get go, this was not fore play, this was lust, pure and simple. Your reaction to this clitoral abuse was instantaneous. I was awash in a flow of your juices which I drank in, trying to never miss a lick as I did. 

I looked up to watch as you disappeared into your own enjoyment. Your finger was a blur across your clit, my tongue was lost inside you and your head was back with your eyes closed. Suddenly you squealed, your hands flew to your tits and the flow that I had been enjoying became a deluge. You sank down onto me and ground your pussy into my face. I withdrew my tongue and started sucking on you for all I was worth. Your squeal turned into a scream and you fell forward onto your out stretched arms. Your hips jerked against me as each wave passed through you and I did what I could to hold you in place and keep you going with my mouth. I heard your voice change again; a long, slow call of "Oooohhhh" filled the room as I kept on licking. Your eyes shot to mine and a lost and bewildered smile overtook your face. Your hips returned to a regular rhythm and the 'oh' turned to a repeating chorus of, "Yes...yes...yes...yes." 

I decided to waist no time since it seemed that you were headed for back to back orgasms. Wanting to help all I could, I took your clit in my mouth and sucked it in and out between my lips which I had pulled tight over my teeth to add pressure for you. It worked like a charm. Both of your hands dove into my hair and held tight. You pulled me up toward you and continued to fuck my face. My hands which had free roam of your ass, legs and back, now concentrated on your ass. As I pulled your button in and out of my mouth as fast as I was able, I slipped a finger between your cheeks and flicked it playfully across your asshole. This light touch added something to the mix and the hitches and the jerks returned in force. The sounds from your mouth became incomprehensible, your breathing so fast that I worried that you might black out but you continued as the waves crashed inside you again. Then you stopped, your thighs locked against my head and I could feel your pussy pulsing as it lay on my chin. I attempted to continue my barrage of oral attentions, moving between licks and sucks on your pussy, then flicks and pulls on your clit, but you had other plans.

You slid down till you were sitting on my chest, bent down, took my head in your arms and held me to you as you caught you breath. After a moment, you moved down more and released my head to give yourself access to my mouth. The kiss that ensued was soft yet forceful, tender yet aggressive and, it seemed, an attempt to consume me. As this all encompassing kiss continued, I felt my cock in your hand; being guided to, and then slipped inside, your depths. You allowed yourself to drop over my full length and then settled there. I felt you throbbing around me as you started to move. You had positioned your feet so that, when you were ready, you could lift off and drop on my dick at will. The will came quickly, as I feared I would under all of this decadent attention. You placed your hands on my chest and dug in for balance as you raised and lowered yourself on me. There was nothing slow and sweet about this, you were out to fuck me down. 

I found one benefit from the first part of our encounter...I was hard as a rock. I felt you around me, but it was not the normal sort of feeling. I was not as aware of each and every sensation. I felt somewhat disconnected. This was a wondrous discovery. I decided to test the limits of this new found gift and moved my hands to your thighs to assist as I thrust up to meet each of your descents. My hope here was furthering your pleasure and there by aiding my own. It seemed the more I concentrated on you, the more detached from my groin I became. I was slamming us together with each opportunity. More sweat was flowing down your body now and falling onto me. Of course, thanks to all of this 'exercise' I was doing, I was covered in a sheen of my own making. 

As I fucked you toward your next climax I felt like a man possessed. I ground into you, I tried to drive through you and I changed angles when ever I could. I never left being inside you and I don't think that you would have let me if I'd wanted to. You were driving down onto me as you attempted to impale yourself on me. Your pussy was sloppy with your cum and the noises that were coming from our union were electrifying. We oozed and squished as we slapped together over and over again. As I felt your time approaching I noticed a change of my own. My sensitivity to your presence had returned. I felt you as you tightened around me, trying to hold and squeeze me all at once. As your pace became erratic I felt my own stirrings begin. I allowed my own pace to quicken. I wanted this to be perfect, us, together, in the most intimate way possible. I cringed as your nails dug into my chest and yet this pain seemed the perfect compliment to the incredible pleasure I was enjoying. I felt your pussy grabbing for my cock. I watched as you face contorted and I felt the rush of cum flowing down and over my balls. That was all I could stand. I pulled you down onto me and started grinding you back and forth over me with my dick buried deep inside you. I felt you tense each time your clit was drug across my now matted hair and over the rigidness of my pubic bone. It was too much, I launched shot after shot of my own cum into our now potent cocktail. I continued to move as best I could until the feeling was more than I could stand. Then I managed one last plunge into you and I held you there as I throbbed out the last of my own orgasm. You collapsed onto me and our mouths commenced kissing, tasting and caressing the other's body. 

I felt you begin to move before I realized what was going on I guess. You never lifted off of my dick, rather, you simply began to move down my body again, kissing and nipping as you went. "What are you doing?" I asked. Your reply was concise and completely overwhelming. "Well, they say you can't ever have just one, ya know?" No, I didn't, but I soon found out.

You slid your belly, ribs and then your tits over my now semi flaccid member. You kept right on sliding leaving a trail of wet kisses as you went. Then your mouth was at the base of my dick as your traverse of my body came to an end. You laid your cheek against my almost spent cock, made sure that I was watching and then turned you lips to it. I felt your tongue between your lips as they moved together out to the head of my dick. They slipped over to the tip and then you inhaled me. 

What followed was nothing short of remarkable. One of your hands came to the base of my dick as your mouth moved skillfully pulling it in and out. While your other hand began to play with my balls. Occasionally a finger from my balls would stray to my asshole and a ticklish jolt of pleasure would shoot through my groin. All of you attentions had but one goal in mind. I too was going to have back to back orgasms. I felt your tongue move around the head of my dick inside your mouth. As I began to regain some of my previous rigidity your hand moved just ahead of your lips, ensuring that not a millimeter of me was overlooked. My balls became your play things. You pulled at them, rolled them and even squeezed them from time to time. All of this served to let me know that whether I was ready or not, you were pulling another load from me. Then felt it begin, the itchy sort of pull from the head of my dick, down the length of my shaft and into my balls. I felt myself swell again and I guess you did too. Your attentions became more rapid and forceful. Your head was bobbing up and down on my cock and I thought that I was going to die. As I felt it begin I attempted to thrust myself down your throat, but you pinned me down, took in all of me that you could and began to swallow. I felt as if the head of my dick was going to be ripped from its station. I also felt the throbbing as I began to unload. You didn't stop until my reserves were gone and I tried to pull away from you because the wonderful sensations were turning to painful tickling sort of stings. However you didn't fully release me, no, you held me in your mouth. Occasionally caressing me with your tongue as I withered away. 

You crawled back up to me, laid your head on my chest, your hand on my stomach and you leg over mine. I ran my hand slowly up your spine brought my fingers around to my mouth and tasted you one more time. God I love sweat. 

Sweat



*Sorry it's been so long since I posted... hope y'all enjoy this offering... pretty tame, lots of build up, somewhat true, somewhat idealized.*

Sweat. I could feel it pouring out of my body, the heat a second skin enveloping me. I leisurely ran my hand along my bare chest, savoring the slickness, the wetness. Alone in the sauna, I wiped my sweat down my stomach, caressing my balls and cock, sliding along my legs. I took a drink of water, splashed a little on the rocks, waiting for the new rush of heat to wash over me.

My Friday ritual, begun several months ago, had gone far in reducing my level of stress caused by incessant and grueling deadlines. Six o'clock at the end of each week, I pulled into the parking lot at the clothing-optional sauna. I paid my money, got my towel and headed to the lockers. The redwood walls and hothouse plants switched my brain away from gray cubicles and fluorescent lighting. The light smell of jasmine or mint would waft gently through the air, a welcome change from the deodorant and tension-filled scents of my office.

Removing my shoes, socks, pants, shirt, boxers, I felt my skin tingle with being released to the warm air. Closing my locker, I mentally began loosening the knots throughout my body. I wrap my towel around my waist and walk to one of the many showers, seeing no one. Any crowd would not arrive until later I had discovered, giving me the time I needed to unwind. I'm not unsociable but what I wanted was to quiet my own mind before listening to the rambling thoughts of others.

I eased into the shower, more a mist than a rain, letting work sweat and tension swirl down the drain. I look down and chuckle at the red marks left by boxers and socks from being in them too long. At thirty-sex I was no longer the svelte lion I had been in my twenties but neither was I overweight or out of shape. Prosperous, my friends, had called it. A little thickening through the waist but still toned and firm, a solid 180 pounds on my nearly six foot frame.

Still no one in the halls as I pondered which sauna to use. Both were nice but the smaller one was my favorite, if a bit funky at times. Occasionally some other sauna goers, specifically some gregarious Russian-born men, would throw beer onto the sauna rocks, giving it a not unpleasant smell but not always the freshest either. To my relief the small sauna was clean, hot and odor-free aside from the delicious smell warm wood gives off. I spread my towel on the lowest bench and sat to begin the slow process of unwinding.

As always I felt a little fidgety at first, too used to doing something more than sitting to feel truly comfortable. I began to massage my legs, my neck, my arms, more to have something to do than for any real benefit. Slowly I could feel myself relax into the silence and stillness, my brain quieting its thousand shouts for attention. The sweat began to flow, a week's worth of toxins easing their way from my body.

Running the sweat along my skin is such a sensuous thing, such an act of self-attention. I love the way it makes my smooth body so slick, so much so that I now kept my chest and balls hair-free. I had gone completely smooth for a while but found the maintenance of shaving my cock to be a little beyond my attention span. Some day I am sure I will go completely shaved, as smooth as any young boy but for now this is comfortable.

Time is hard to judge in the sauna but I would estimate that half an hour had gone by when the door opened, letting in a bracing jolt of cooler air and a woman about my age, completely wrapped in a towel, from chest to knees on a frame that looked slim and couldn't have been more than a few inches over five feet. She stopped for a second at the sight of me and I wondered briefly if she would turn-around and go to the other sauna. Some of the women who go to the sauna are more hesitant about showing themselves, especially around other men. My lesbian friend Sheila, whom I met at the sauna, says she doesn't mind being naked in front of men, but does a man have to be so out there with his penis? She says if she had wanted to see those she would have stayed straight. But I digress.

The newcomer decided to come in after all and sat across from me on the opposite bench, not looking at me but at the wall to my left. She kept the towel around her and sat fairly primly on the bench, back to the wall, legs stretched on the bench in front of her. I politely smiled a hello and then closed my eyes and went back to enjoying the heat.

A minute or two went by and I could hear her shuffling about. I looked over and saw she was shedding her inhibitions a littler, as well as her towel. She laid it down on the bench and then laid on top of it, face down. She was very tan, with no tan lines that I could see. Something about her dark hair and eyes and caramel skin tone suggested a heritage of Mediterranean or South American ancestry. She obviously worked out but not to excess, firmness without over-definition. 

I will not say I did not enjoy the view. I love women and I can think of nothing more lovely than a woman's naked body. But I said nothing, giving her respect and privacy.

After a few minutes I could feel my body reach its maximum tolerance for the heat and left for a moment to take a cool shower. When I returned, she had flipped onto her back, eyes closed. She was entirely shaved, a look I have always enjoyed and been aroused by. As I sat back down, she opened her eyes, smiled at me and then closed them again. The sauna was silent as we enjoyed the heat.

Suddenly, smoothly she stood, leaving her towel as she left he sauna. I could hear the nearest shower turn on as she no doubt cooled off as I had just done. She returned with her body dripping wet, shaking her hair lightly free of excess drops. 

She sat across from me, sitting up as she drank from her water bottle. I had to think distracting thoughts for a moment to keep from getting an erection, seeing how lovely her whole body was. She seemed not to notice the slight thickening of my cock and sat quietly.

She began to gently wipe the sweat from her body, down her arms and legs. Her movements were fluid and unrushed, gentle in their caresses. I tried not to stare but she seemed unconcerned, mostly ignoring my presence. I began once again wiping the sweat from my own body.

She slowly began moving her hands closer to her breasts, which were a bit large on her small frame. Dark rosy nipples capped generous mounds that swayed slightly when she moved her arms. She wiped her hands over her breasts, the sweat glistening as she cupped them for just a moment and then moved on. I began to wonder how far this gorgeous woman would go in her self-caresses.

Languidly she began opening her legs, bit by bit, her hands running along her thighs, her stomach. I could not help but stare and could feel my cock lengthening, a definite taboo in the sauna. As unobtrusively as I could, I eased a portion of my towel over my now swelling cock. Her hands froze.

I looked up and smiled sheepishly. "Sorry," I said softly.

"Did I cause that?" she asked, her voice tinged with laughter.

"Oh no, it's a medical condition," I joked.

She laughed. "A medical condition? You know how to flatter a girl!"

I laughed as well, the tension broken between us. I could feel my cock deflating a bit until I finally felt comfortable removing the towel.

She looked over, between my legs. "Condition solved?" she asked.

"Under control for the moment, I think."

"Oh I see," she said. She began running her hands along her legs again. I looked into her eyes as she began sliding her fingers along her stomach, towards her breasts. Her eyes flicked down as she slowly cupped her lovely breasts in each hand. My cock twitched slightly. She smirked a little and gave her breasts a squeeze.

I leaned back, letting my legs spread wider, my cock thickening as I realized she was enjoying this scene. She leaned back too, spreading her legs, giving me a look at her sweetly shaved pussy. 

I ran my hands along my thighs, my stomach. She did the same, mimicking my moves. I slid one hand lower, brushing against my nearly hard cock and shaved balls. She slipped one hand along her pussy, caressing one side, then along the center, making her gasp.

Pretense gone now, I began to slide my hand over my cock in earnest, enjoying the throbbing fullness of my eight inches. Her eyes were steady on my cock as I began to slowly pump for her. One of her fingers slid inside her gorgeous pussy, fingering it slightly at first and then deeply, all the way inside.

The sweat was pouring down our bodies now but we didn't feel it, our inner heat matching the temperature of the room. I caressed my balls, tugging on them slightly while she began to slide one finger over her clit, the left hand pinching her hard nipple. She began to bite down on her lower lip, small moans and gasps escaping as she began rubbing faster.

"Watch me cum," she moaned.

I watched as her body began to shiver, to shake as she reached towards her climax. She clenched her teeth, trying to keep quiet as she rubbed her wet clit. She hunched over, her legs clamping together as she shuddered into her climax. I stared as she arched her neck, head back, quietly hissing out, "Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck."

Her small gasps filled the room as she slowly came down from her orgasm, her breathing slowing down. She shyly raised her eyes and looked into mine, and then down, smiling widely as she saw my cock was still hard, grasped in my iron-like grip.

"Cum for me," she whispered.

I began to stroke for her eager eyes when we heard a noise from the hallway. Quickly I threw my towel over my throbbing cock. She looked at the door, eyes wide and then stood. She gathered her towel quickly and then looked over at me as she headed to the door. She stopped and turned quickly, leaning over me. She placed her hand on my hard towel-covered cock and breathed huskily in my ear, "Cum," while she squeezed. She could feel me spurt into the towel, my moans muffled by my gritting teeth. She squeezed me again and again, until the pulsing had stopped.

"Oh yes baby," she breathed. She lightly bit my earlobe and whispered, "Ciao." Then she stood and opened the door to the sauna as two men started to enter. They stared after her briefly, giving me just enough time to wrap my towel so that the stain from my cum did not show. I could feel my heart slowly return to normal and quickly stood, heading to the showers.

I left the sauna much earlier then usual that evening but I knew I could never get any more relaxed that I was at that moment. I have yet to see my sauna angel again but you can bet that every Friday, I can be found naked and hot and ready for her again. 



Sweat



Gary's shift ended at midnight. After a de-brief with his lieutenant, he walked out of the precinct to begin his weekend - actually a Monday and Tuesday - off. It'd been a tough day, and he decided to get in a workout; needing to burn off some energy before going home.

Arriving at his preferred gym, a 24-hour place not far from his apartment, he changed his clothes, and - wearing a pair of loose, dark gray, cotton shorts, and a light blue LAPD t-shirt - began warming up by jogging on a treadmill. Thankfully, the music coming from the ceiling speakers was set to a slightly more tolerable level at night, allowing him to think as he ran.

He noticed a woman working on the leg press. He'd seen her here a few times, and her outfits always reminded him of one of those wanna-be superheroes in the movie Mystery Men. Tonight, she wore an oversized, cut-up pink Hello, Kitty t-shirt - Gary could see the straps of a black sports bra wrapping over the top of her broad shoulders - black Spandex short shorts, and mismatched, white, thigh high tube socks - one with red stripes, the other blue. On her head, a neon-orange baseball cap, worn backwards, covered two purple-tinted pigtails tied with pink and purple ribbons.

Though he tried to keep to himself during his late-night sessions, he couldn't avoid forming at least minimal acquaintances with the other graveyard exercisers, and he tried to recall her name. Despite her outlandish clothing, and being bathed in sweat, he thought her gorgeous. She had a pretty face, and her skin possessed a deep tan. Gary guessed her to be about 5'2", and maybe 100 pounds soaking wet. He stole a few long glances at her well-toned body; even from across the large room he could appreciate the definition in the muscles of her legs.

He wasn't the only one watching her. On the opposite side of the gym, three more sets of eyes traced over her body as she picked up a pair of dumbbells and began doing squats. Gary slowed his pace to a walk for two minutes before he stopped; deciding to hit the circuit.

"Imogen," he said to no one. "That's it."

Raising his eyes to the mirrored wall, he looked at her as he confirmed her name in his own mind. Three men stood close - too close - to her. They were talking to her, but she didn't interrupt her workout, obviously doing her best to ignore them. Either they didn't take the hint, or didn't care that she wasn't interested. All three were huge; gym rats who seemingly lived here. Gary wondered silently why they were talking to her.

Their balls are probably so shriveled from the 'roids, they couldn't do anything with her, he thought.

Gary kept one eye on them as he began doing stomach crunches. The one who seemed to be the leader leaned back to ogle her ass as she performed another squat. Noticing this, she stood, and turned to confront him. Gary could hear her raised voice above the music and stopped exercising. He turned his head toward the attendant - back-up, he hoped. The kid sat at the front desk, facing the entrance, obliviously bopping his head to whatever forgettable Pop tune was currently pumping through the earbuds plugged into his iPod.

The two companions laughed at the woman's angry reaction and she turned to loose her venom upon them as well. Gary rose, and used a towel to wipe away the perspiration coating his face. He quickly traversed the space between himself and the quartet, sizing up the three men as he went. The leader, Gary remembered hearing someone call him Bar, was easily 6'4" - a full four inches taller than Gary - and his shaved head served to make him appear more menacing. A sleeveless, black, Affliction t-shirt stretched over his massive upper body.

Bar had been working out before approaching the woman, but Gary didn't see a bead of sweat on him. His buddies weren't as tall, but just as ripped. Though strong, and well-toned from his regular workouts, Gary realized that in a physical confrontation he'd be hard pressed to deal with any one of these guys, much less be able to handle all three at once.

"Something wrong?" he asked, trying to affect a reasonable tone.

As the four turned to face him, he watched their eyes trace over the letters on his shirt and hoped it might be enough to defuse the situation. The woman, a determined look on her face, stood her ground as the three men focused their attention on Gary.

"This don't concern you," Bar said.

Gary didn't retreat, even as the other two men each took half a step toward him. 

"Of course it does, Bar," Gary said, hoping that letting this Goliath know he knew his name would help.

"I'm just trying to compliment this stuck up bit..." Bar began.

"Looks like she just wants to workout, dude," Gary said.

A four-way stare down ensued. Several seconds passed and Gary fought to keep his face and body from betraying the stress he felt. He couldn't show weakness or fear, nor could he portray too much confidence. Just as he was about to give up hope of a peaceful resolution, Bar gave in.

"Come on guys," Bar said, edging past Gary. "Let's go."

The three men walked away slowly - muttering to each other as they went. Gary watched them until they resumed their workouts, then turned back to the woman. She too continued exercising.

"Are you OK?" he asked.

She glared at him, as if trying to bore through his skull with her bright, pale-blue eyes.

"I didn't need your help," she hissed.

"What..." he began, caught off guard by her attitude.

"I don't need some knight in shining armor to save me," she said, pausing her exertions. "I do Tae Kwon Do, I was about to knock them on their asses."

"Really?" he said, more than asked. "All three of them?"

She stared at him defiantly, saying nothing.

"Well, OK then," he said, finally, as he turned away. "You're welcome."

He returned to the treadmill, deciding he'd cool down before leaving. Of course, he figured, even running at full speed couldn't make his heart beat any faster than its current tempo. Though sure they wouldn't bother the woman again - at least not tonight - he kept his eyes on the three lunks. Walking at a fast pace, he gripped the handles as the adrenaline pumping though his system burned off. 20 minutes later, he grabbed his backpack from his locker, and walked out the front door, still wearing his shorts and t-shirt. His car was barely 30 feet from the door

The main benefits of working out in the middle of the night, he thought, were the lack of crowds around the exercise machines and in the parking lot.

"Hey," said a female voice behind him.

Turning, he faced the woman.

"Yes," he said, unenthusiastically.

"I'm sorry," she said. "I just...I didn't mean to sound like a bitch in there."

"It's OK," Gary said. "I'll survive."

"No, it's not," she said. "I'm not always like that. I mean, it happens all the time. Well, not usually three of them, but guys harassing me while I work out. That's why I come here at night; there are fewer assholes...generally.

He remained silent.

"I didn't mean to bite your head off. I know you were just trying to help, but I don't need a man to step in and protect me," she said.

"I'm used to it," he said. "I run into a lot of less than appreciative people at work."

"What do you do?" she asked.

He pointed at the front of his shirt.

"Oh," she said. "I didn't know that was for real."

"I'm Gary," he said, holding out his hand.

"Gen, with a G," she said, taking it. "I've seen you around here once in a while."

"I come here after work a few times a week," he said. "It helps me decompress after a long day."

"Me, too" she said. "This and the martial arts. I wasn't kidding about that."

"I wasn't doubting your word," he assured her.

"You should try it," Gen said. "It's terrific."

"I tried Origami once," he said. "I wasn't very good."

She rolled her eyes, deflecting his attempt at humor. Glancing up and down his body, she took a step closer to him.

"Look," she said, "would you like to go get a drink or something?"

He glanced at his watch.

"It's almost 2:00," he said.

"There are still some places open," she told him.

"I didn't shower," he said. "I was going to take one when I got home."

"Well," she said, stepping even closer to him, "I have some beer and stuff at my place."

"Stuff?" he questioned.

"Some vodka, whiskey, and a little tequila," she said.

"I should probably get home," he said. "I'm a bit smelly."

"I have a shower, too," she coaxed, reaching out to touch his arm. "It's big enough for two."

He remained silent. Somewhat shocked by her statement, he wasn't sure how to react, or what to say.

"Come on," she said, looking into his brown eyes, "I've got energy left."

"Look, I don't want to take advantage of you," he said, raking his fingers through his sweat-matted, curly, dark-brown hair.

"What do you mean?" she asked. "You're not 'taking advantage.' This isn't some 'I just avoided death and now I'm horny' syndrome. I think you're attractive, and I think you think I'm attractive, so let's go back my place, have a drink, take a shower, and see what happens."

Her words hung in the air for a few moments.

"OK," he said.

A wide smile creased her face.

"Cool," she said as she turned and ran toward the gym. "Let me grab my stuff. I'll be right back."

Tossing his pack into the car, he leaned against the front fender, and waited. Gen re-emerged a few minutes later.

"Follow me," she called out, as she jogged toward a pink Volkswagen Beetle.

He did as he was told.

Five minutes later, they reached Gen's apartment. Gary realized she lived no more than 10 or 15 minutes from his house - depending on LA traffic.

"Bring your handcuffs," she said, as he left the car.

He stopped and looked at her, unsure if she was serious.

"Come on," she yelled, waving him toward the building.

Gary picked up his bag, exited, and clicked the remote to arm his alarm. Unzipping the pack, he fished around for his cuffs as he walked to her open door. She'd already gone inside. Out of habit, he entered slowly, letting his eyes scan everything. The living room was small, but appeared clean and organized. Gen stood beside a wooden cabinet, pouring tequila into a frosted tumbler. She'd already removed her t-shirt and tennis shoes. His eyes were drawn to the purple and green flower tattoo on her left arm. It stretched from her elbow almost to her shoulder.

"You want something?" she asked, pointing to a collection of bottles.

"No, I'm OK," he answered, as he closed the front door.

After taking a long drink, she walked toward him. She set her glass on the coffee table as she approached.

"Well, then, let's get to it," Gen said.

She grabbed his t-shirt, and pulled, leading him down a short hallway, to a bedroom.

"Are you gonna put those on me?" she asked, turning toward him and letting her eyes drop to the handcuffs hanging from the waistband of his shorts.

"Is that what you want?" he asked, looking at her well-defined abdominal muscles.

"Oh, I want a lot more than that," she said.

She lifted her sports bra, exposing her perky B-cup breasts. His eyes lingered on her dark nipples. He lowered his bag to the floor, then reached out to touch her, but she turned away from him.

"If you want it," she said, moving to the side of the bed, "you have to come take it."

He pulled off his t-shirt and dropped it. As his eyes returned to her, she jumped at him, her right hand balled into a fist, and tried to hit him.

"What the fuck?" he cried, deflecting the blow.

Her left fist came toward his chest. He caught hold of her wrist as her knuckles made contact. Twisting her arm violently, he spun them both, and forced her left arm up behind her back. Gary slammed her, chest first, against the doorframe, and pushed his right shoulder into the middle of her back. His brain caught up with his body's defensive reaction.

"Shit, I'm sorry," he said, loudly, as she gasped.

He stepped back, releasing her arm. She spun around to face him.

"Look, I just reacted," he said, apologizing again.

"Fucking pussy," she said, punching him in the chest.

She tried to grab him, but he repeated his earlier actions, and again she found herself driven to the wooden casing.

"You crazy bitch," he growled.

"Fuck me now," she grunted.

"What?" he asked in return.

"I didn't bring you over here to sweep me off my feet and make sweet, gentle love to me," she said.

With his left hand, he reached up and pulled one of her pigtails, dragging her back.

"You want me to fuck you like a whore?" he asked.

She strained to look at him out of the corner of her eye.

"Don't fucking ask me," she hissed. "Just take what you want."

He released her hair and pulled the handcuffs from his pants. Roughly forcing both hands behind her back, he secured them. Using his bulk to hold her in place, he ran his hands over her body. He let his fingers slide between the cheeks of her spandex-covered ass. She stiffened.

"You like that, do you?" he asked, rhetorically.

Before she could answer, he grabbed her hair again. Her words dissolved into a moan. Gary toed off his sneakers, then used his free hand to push down his shorts. His hardening cock pressed against Gen's ass.

"That's more like it," she whispered.

Bending slightly, he slipped off his socks. Straightening, he pulled her from the doorway, and threw her on the bed, face down.

"Cocksuc..." she began.

Once more pressing his body against hers, he put his lips to her ear.

"Don't fucking move," he ordered.

Gripping the waistband of her shorts, he yanked them down her legs. Her socks bunched up on the pants, and he struggled to work all three items over her ankles, tossing them aside. Noticing she had no tan lines, he smiled. Climbing on top of her, he let his cock slither up the crack of her ass.

"Yessss," she said, as she caressed his balls.

Gary sighed as her fingers fondled his thick shaft, then awkwardly tried to stroke up and down the length. He pulled back, sliding down her body and knelt of the floor. Gen tried to twist her body and look at him, but he grabbed her thighs and violently flipped her onto her back. Forcing her legs apart, he took a few moments to gaze at her bald cunt - he thought it beautiful. Reaching upward once more, he dragged her toward him, until the bottom of her ass hung over the edge.

He could smell her, the scent of her sex mixed with sweat, pungent but not unpleasant, and he found it almost intoxicating. Gen attempted to wrap her legs around his head, trying to pull him into her. Ducking away, he again opened her legs. Before she could react, he moved his face upward and pushed his tongue against her clit.

"Fuuuuck," she cried out as her ass lifted from the bed.

Gary shoved her down as he continued licking her; his tongue skimmed along her outer lips, then up the middle, returning to her clit. Her legs slipped over his shoulders and she began to grind against his face.

"That's what I want," Gen cooed. "Eat that pussy."

His right hand drifted between her legs and he nudged two fingers into her wetness.

"Yes, fuck it," she demanded.

Poking his fingers deeper, he rotated them gently, lubricating them completely, then slowly worked them in and out as she moaned. He could feel the tension building in her body; her muscles straining; her cunt squashing his fingers.

"Is this what you want?" he asked, removing his mouth from her flesh.

Her head rose, and she looked at him, but her answer disappeared in a gasp as his tongue found her clit once more. She wiggled on the bed, and he fought to stay with her.

"Cum," she managed to say, the word formed with ragged breath. "I'm gonna cum."

Gary curled his fingers inside her, making the come here sign, massaging her G-spot. Her body stiffened, arching high into the air. She began to convulse as an orgasm ripped through her.

"Fuck," she grunted, loudly, even while fighting for air.

Pulling his fingers out of her, he slipped both hands underneath to cup her ass. Squeezing her cheeks hard, he lifted her hips as he awkwardly climbed up to kneel on the bed. Her shoulders remained on the bed, and she looked at him, staring into his eyes as he thrust his tongue into her pussy. He held her there for more than a minute as she quivered.

Gen's orgasm subsided slowly, and Gary gently lowered her into his lap; his hard cock poking her ass.

"Are you gonna give me that?" she asked in a whisper.

Her eyes inspected his damp chest and stomach.

"There are condoms and lube in the nightstand," she said, tilting her head to the right.

"Not yet," he said.

Moving to his right, he let her ass drop to the bed, and then he lay down against her left side. Leaning in, he kissed her, pushing his tongue against hers, and she tasted herself on his mouth. Gen tried to turn her body toward him, but he forced her down, and backed away. Twisting his torso, he let his right hand march over her skin, tickling her side before slipping between her legs.

Once more, his fingers entered her, sinking deep. As she reacted to this, the fingers of his left hand found her clit. She moaned loudly, and he licked her stomach.

"Oh, God," she hissed as his lips traveled over her flesh, leaving a trail in the salty sweat covering her.

Gary made no pretense of being gentle now, ramming two fingers into her slick cunt as he rubbed her clit hard and fast. She squirmed, begging him to make her cum again. It didn't take long. Her pussy constricted around his fingers, she inhaled deeply, held her breath for several seconds, then her body jerked, and she cried out. Turning his head, he watched Gen as she came, a grimace of pleasure and pain on her face.

"That's right," he urged, "cum all over my fingers."

He paused his efforts, remaining still as she writhed under him. Her second orgasm faded quickly, her eyes opened, and she saw him looking at her. Turning away, she tried to bury her face in the rumpled covers of the bed. He smiled at her shyness.

"You're very pretty when you cum," Gary said.

"Fuck you," she mumbled.

He let his fingers slip from her and she groaned. Reaching up, he pressed them against her lips, smearing her juices from her chin to her nose.

"Not very lady-like, are you?" he asked, rhetorically.

"Would you rather I play the submissive little woman?" she sneered.

"Clean them off," he ordered, ignoring her question.

Her lips parted and she took his fingers into her mouth, swirling her tongue around them. Finished, she bit him gently, and he pulled away from her, shaking his hand.

"Is that all I get to suck?" she asked.

Without responding, he lowered himself to the bed, lying on his back. Still handcuffed, she struggled to roll over and turn her body. Leaning close, she licked his left nipple, and he moaned. Glancing up at his face, she lapped at the erect nub several times. He looked into her eyes, she winked, and began sliding down his body, planting kisses as she went.

Gen's chest reached Gary's crotch. Slowly, she twisted her body, maneuvering left and right; back and forth; rubbing against his shaft. He reached out and grabbed her head, pulling her pigtails. She groaned as he forced her toward his cock. Opening her mouth, she surprised him by taking the head between her lips. Sucking hard, she flicked the tip with her tongue.

"Fuck," Gary exhaled, his hips rising slightly.

She shook her head and his hands dropped to the bed as his strength seemed to drain away. Her mouth did not leave his cock, instead taking half his length. Even as he fought for his own breath, he could hear her inhaling deeply through her nose. Over the next minute, she managed to take him all, letting the head slide into her throat.

"Suck that dick," he pleaded.

Suddenly, she pulled away, releasing him from her mouth. He tried to grab her again, but she avoided him. Sitting back on her haunches, she admired his cock, finally getting a good look at it. It had stretched her lips, and she estimated it at least seven inches long. Rotating her body, she straddled him, nearly falling backward before catching herself.




Sweat



"Do you want to put it in me?" she asked.

Wrapping his right hand around his shaft, he guided himself to her slick lips. She lowered herself and the crown slipped inside her. They both gasped as she sank down, enveloping him within the silky soft walls of her moist pussy.

"Don't you dare cum inside me," she warned.

"I won't," he said, shaking his head.

"I'm serious," she scolded. "I'll kick your ass."

Gary's hands rose to cup her breasts as she accepted the last of him. Her head tilted back, and she began shifting her hips back and forth, rocking atop him.

"Oh, God, yes," she purred. "That feels so good."

He squeezed her nipples and she nearly screamed, stiffening atop him.

"I need you to fuck me, Gary," she said.

Needing no more encouragement, he rolled them over, his cock leaving her as he did so. She let out a small cry as his full weight came down on her.

"Do you want me to take the cuffs off?" he asked.

"No," she nearly screamed.

Again, he steered himself to her. He paused a moment, and she nodded at him. Advancing, he steadily filled her.

"More," she said, as his balls reached her ass.

Gary pulled back until only the tip remained inside her, then shoved his hips forward, propelling himself into her. She grunted, and he repeated the action.

"Fuck me hard," she demanded.

He did so, increasing the force, but not the speed, of his thrusts. Sliding his arms under her, he reached up and grabbed her shoulders, pulling her toward him as he rammed his cock deep. She cried out each time he plunged into her. Again, Gary watched as Gen's face twisted in erotic frenzy.

"Right there," she groaned. "Don't stop."

Now, he moved faster, pistoning in and out of her. Pinned under her lower back, her fingers clawed at the sheets; trying to hold steady as he pounded into her. Gen's mind was awash in ecstasy, and she trembled beneath him. He felt the familiar ache growing in his balls, and knew he couldn't last much longer. Opening his mouth, he was about to warn her when she spoke first.

"I'm gonna cum," she croaked.

The words had barely left her mouth when her pussy clenched. She convulsed as powerful spasms ripped through her strong body. Once more, Gen's body arched into the air, lifting him slightly. Her reaction, and the sensation of her wrapped around him, pushed him over the edge. His hands abandoned her; the right moving to his slick shaft, holding himself as he exited her pussy; the left pressed against the bed, bracing himself as he rose over her.

"Here it cums," he muttered, jerking himself roughly.

He erupted, shooting a long stream of hot, white cum onto her stomach. She cried out as it hit her. Firing again, his semen reached up to her breasts, splattering across her right nipple. Gary's arm quivered, nearly buckling and sending him crashing down on Gen, but he held on as he deposited more and more of his seed on her torrid flesh.

His balls empty, he collapsed beside Gen, lying against her left side. Neither spoke for several minutes as they breathed deeply, riding out the aftershocks of their orgasms. Gary tilted his head to appreciate the sticky mess spread across Gen's torso.

"Jesus, you stink," she said, finally.

"What?" he cried. "You came, didn't you?"

She laughed loudly. The sounded echoed off the bedroom walls.

"Three times," she admitted. "But, I meant you're all sweaty."

"Well, I was working all day," he said, defending himself. "And, then I went to the gym."

"Mmmm, hmmm," she muttered.

"You remember the gym, right?" he asked.

"Yeah, tough guy, I remember," she allowed.

"Why don't we go take that shower you promised me?" he suggested.

"Maybe we should wait a couple minutes," she countered. "I don't think I can walk yet."

"You don't exactly smell like a bouquet of roses right now, you know?" he teased.

"Dick," she blurted. "Take these cuffs off so I can beat your ass."

She squirmed, trying to move away from him.

"That's hardly incentive to free you, now is it?" he asked, soberly.

"Fuckin' cops," she spat.

"Crazy ass civilians," he retorted, mocking her.

Gen rolled onto her side, exposing her wrists.

"Now, where'd I put that key?" Gary asked, teasing.

"You'd better be kidding," she said.

"Don't worry, I've got it," he assured her as he rose from the bed, and then knelt beside his bag.

A few moments passed, and he returned. Removing the handcuffs, he placed them on her nightstand. Gary hadn't made them very tight, but Gen rubbed her wrists as she slipped from the bed. She grabbed a towel and blotted her face, then wiped his cum from her body.

Taking the cloth from her, Gary cleaned himself, then tossed it toward her clothes hamper. Gen picked up a vapor cigarette. She climbed into the bed, and leaned back against the headboard as she "lit up." When she exhaled, he could smell strawberries.

"Want some?" she asked, holding it out to him as he crawled up to sit beside her.

"No, thanks," he said. "Never got into smoking...anything."

"Goody two shoes," she said.

"That's not what you were saying a few minutes ago," he retorted.

She looked at him.

"True," she allowed. "You got me there."

"A couple times," he observed. "Or, was it three?"

"I told you it was three," she said.

He simply smiled at her.

"You're a smart-ass," she scoffed. "I like that."

"This could be the beginning of a beautiful friendship," he said as she continued puffing away.

"We'll see," she mumbled.

Gary's eyes lingered on her naked body. Gen finished smoking, and stood up to put her vape on the dresser. Stopping, she looked at herself in the mirror. She rotated left and right, and he studied her firm ass. His cock began to stiffen.

"Like what you see?" she asked, her eyes meeting his in the mirror.

"Very much," he said.

She spun toward him.

"Let's go hit the shower before that thing gets out of control," she said, pointing at his growing erection.

Before leading him to the bathroom, she reached in her nightstand and removed a golden-foil packet.

Hot water pelted their bodies and steam filled the shower stall as they washed each other; their fingers groping at soapy skin. Gen shoved Gary to the wall and held him there. His body jumped when his shoulder blades touched the cool tiles. She pushed her body against his, trapping his cock between them - the shaft pressed into her stomach - and she wiggled, baiting him as her flesh brushed his.

Gary's right hand migrated around her waist and then drifted downward across her ass. Gen stiffened when his fingers fiddled along her crack. As the tip of his middle finger penetrated her hole, she rose up onto her tip-toes, her back arched, and she moaned. Dragging her nails along his chest, she fought to control herself; trying to hold back, even as her body wanted to surrender.

"Yessss," she sighed, the sound almost lost in the hiss of water spraying from the showerhead.

Gary didn't hesitate, probing deeper, and moving his left hand downward. Finding her clit, he rubbed her hard and fast, manipulating her as she trembled under his touch. He kissed her shoulder and she clawed at him. His cock throbbed, and he ached to be inside her.

"I want to fuck you again," he announced.

She looked up at him, and he kissed her mouth. Gen smiled as he pulled back, waiting for her answer.

"Don't stop," she demanded.

He didn't ask if she meant the kissing or fingering, so he continued doing both. Gen quivered, and wrapped both hands around his cock. She tried to stroke him as her strength drained away. Gary's finger filled her ass, and she fought for breath, already on the verge of orgasm.

"I'm gonna cum," she rasped.

"No," he said, simply.

Gary suspended his efforts.

"Please," she begged. "I need to."

"Not yet," he told her.

"Don't fucking tease me," she said, trying to tear free of his grasp.

He nudged his finger deeper into her ass. She cried out, and froze in place, her eyes screwed closed.

"You'll cum when I want you to," he said, pulling her to him.

"Mother..." she began.

Gary spun them, slamming her back to the wall, and massaged her clit roughly.

"Fuuuck," she finished.

His fingers moved faster, and she came within seconds, nearly collapsing before he squashed himself against her, supporting her body with his. Gen clutched at him as she came.

"Oh, God, yes," she groaned.

"That's right," Gary growled, "now you can fucking cum."

He continued pleasuring her, fucking her with his fingers as she squirmed wildly. Gary didn't slow his carnal assault, prolonging her orgasm, or causing a second before the first had faded - neither of them would be able to tell. Releasing him, Gen convulsed, and a low sob escaped her throat as Gary examined her face. Her eyes still shut, her nose wrinkled, and her mouth hung open as she tried to take in air.

"You are so beautiful," he whispered, leaning in close.

Her eyes opened, and she looked at him.

"I'm a mess," she said, shaking her head.

"That's not always a bad thing," he assured her, "especially right now."

Gary kept his fingers on Gen as she slowly recovered.

"You are not a nice man," she said.

"I never claimed to be," he replied, soberly.

"What about that whole 'Damsel in Distress' scene at the gym?" she asked.

"Just doing my job, Ma'am," he said. "Protecting and serving."

"You're a dick," she laughed.

"A rock hard one," he pointed out.

"I can tell," she said, her hands falling to his cock.

"I could use some help with that," he said.

"Well, why don't you get your finger out of my ass, and put on that condom," she suggested, nodding toward the soap dish where she'd tossed the prophylactic when they stepped into the tub.

Making sure she could stand on her own, he carefully withdrew his finger, then fumbled as he rolled the latex over his shaft. Gen remained against the wall as she watched him. Her right hand drifted to her pussy, and her fingers capered across her clit. 

"Hurry up," she ordered.

Slipping his hands under her ass, he lifted. Her arms and legs wrapped around him as he again pinned her to the tile - his feet spread wide to help steady them. The head of his cock brushed against her lips, and she gasped. Gary paused for a moment, judging their balance, then precariously moved his right hand to his shaft, and guided it to her.

"Do it," Gen hissed.

Driving his hips forward, Gary forced his cock into her, going several inches before he stopped.

"Fuck," she gasped.

Gary grunted as she constricted around him. His hand returned to her bottom, and as he began sliding his length in and out of her pussy, his middle finger circled her asshole.

"Harder," she demanded.

He complied without hesitation, ramming himself into her, and Gen writhed as he nudged the tip of his finger into her ass.

"Just like that," she moaned in his ear. "Fuck me hard."

"You feel so good," Gary croaked, fighting to keep a solid grip on her.

Gen's forehead fell to his shoulder, and a small bark of delight escaped her throat each time he slammed into her. She dragged her nails over his back as she held him. They found that perfect, elusive rhythm - when two beings merge - her body rising and falling between him and the wall, descending as he thrust upward, and repeating the motion over and over, both blissfully ignorant of everything else in the world.

For several minutes, Gary worked himself into her with an almost machine-like efficiency, his arms supporting her lithe body as pleasure coursed through them both. He held her securely, his fingers sinking into her skin, and she rode him, her heels digging into the cheeks of his ass.

Her mouth found his, and they moaned together as each greedily inhaled the other's breath. Their bodies quivered, their flesh almost vibrating. Gary's muscles strained, and even as the rest of his body stiffened, his knees threatened to give out.

"I'm cumming," he roared.

Gary didn't hear her. His brain was overwhelmed with physical and intellectual input. His cock swelled, and he exploded, shooting his cum deep inside her. For one brief moment, the answers to all the world's mysteries lay at his fingertips; God, and his infinite plan for the universe, were seemingly within his grasp. But, as he reached out for it, it disappeared like smoke in the wind, and he fell inexorably back toward the Earth.

"Give it to me," she begged.

The sensation pushed Gen over the edge once more. Her orgasm ripped through her like an earthquake, and she shook violently. Their bodies spasmed in the mist, and their voices joined in one loud cry. They embraced each other, convulsing for several minutes.

Neither held any comprehension of time as they remained still, intertwined, and pressed against the tiles. They weakened even as they slowly recovered, and Gen began to slide down the dewy wall.

"I'd better put you down," he warned, turning his head to gaze into her eyes.

Still trembling as the last aftershocks of her orgasm rolled through her, she nodded, and carefully unwrapped her legs. Tentatively, she stood on her own. Keeping his left hand on her hip, Gary placed his right - fingers spread wide - on the wall, bracing himself as he regained his strength.

"That was quite a workout," Gen whispered, holding him.

"I didn't expect two in one night," he allowed.

"You don't usually cum twice?" she asked, teasing.

He laughed loudly.

"That's not what I meant," he said.

"I know, dummy," she said, delivering a playful punch to his side.

"Fuck," he groaned, pretending to collapse.

"Come on," she said, pulling at him, "let's get dressed and have a drink before you leave."

"I'm leaving?" he asked, not completely surprised.

Gary hadn't intended to spend the night, but he wanted to see what she'd say.

"Yes," she answered, firmly. "Though, I do like to workout a few times a week. So, maybe we can pair up again soon."

Gen smiled, and gave him a wink, as she stepped out of the tub and reached for a towel. He took a few moments to admire her glistening body, then followed.



Sweat



Her sweat glistened as it beaded and ran down her cleavage and thighs. The heat in the sauna was stifling, making it hard for her to breathe, but at the same time it relaxed every muscle in her body to the point of bliss. Despite her sweating, her body was built for the heat - tanned, lithe, and toned - she loved nothing more than laying out in the sun on a beach for hours on end. Sadly, given her location in northern climes, she was forced to settle for the coed sauna at her local gym during the winter. Though it was a poor substitute for the refreshing heat of the sun, she still craved the heat, and used it to shake the cold from her bones at least twice a week during the winter months.

Lucia glanced up at the door when it swung open, and watched as the man who entered do a double-take at seeing her sitting in the sauna glittering with sweat, her towel wrapped tightly to her curves, barely long enough to cover the tops of her shapely thighs and butt. She was used to the looks she got from men in the sauna - despite being coed, it was rare that she shared her time there with any other women. Most were likely put off by having to share the confined space with men, but Lucia reveled in their leers and chose to take them as compliments. She kept her eyes mostly closed, and watched secretly through her lashes as the man snuck surreptitious looks at her body while he took a seat on the other side of the room. A ghost of a smile dusted her lips as she watched him adjust his own towel in an attempt to hide the growing bulge inside it. She quickly found herself craving more than just heat.

Wanting to see if she could make him pitch a full tent, Lucia feigned ignorance to his attention as she stretched out luxuriously on the bench. She lifted both legs onto its hot wooden surface and leaned backwards, using her hands to support her and arching her back like a cat, her head tossed back so that her loose ponytail hung free from her sweat-soaked back. She let an audible sigh of pleasure escape her lips, and watched through veiled eyelids as he fidgeted uncomfortably, and tried in vain to hide the now obvious lump in the front of his own towel. She saw wet beads begin to form on his brow, though whether it was a result of the heat or arousal was not clear. She assumed the latter and smiled.

Tossing her hair from her face, she turned her head to face him, still lounging on the bench like a swimsuit model. He looked to be in his thirties, slender and fit looking, with a smattering of chest hair leading a trail down to his towel. He had thick brown hair, close-cropped like a military member, and an equally well-maintained moustache of the same colour. She allowed her gaze to linger on him for long enough to make him clear his throat with discomfort before she finally spoke.

"Isn't the heat just glorious?"

He seemed shocked that she had spoken to him, and stammered to respond as his eyes lingered on her smooth, wet body. His response was less than verbose.

"Yeah."

She chuckled to herself at the effect she was having on him. He shifted himself yet again in an attempt to hide his erection, making her laugh out loud - a heady, sultry laugh that seemed as thick as the air inside the sauna.

"You're not very talkative." she teased.

He seemed genuinely flustered then and blushed a shade redder than the heat which had already flushed his skin.

"I'm sorry," he replied "I was just... lost in thought. I'm..." he began to introduce himself before realizing the necessity to offer a customary handshake would require him to stand up and reveal his overwhelming and already ill-concealed arousal.

She smiled broadly at his discomfiture, and using her left hand to hold her towel in place, stood and sauntered towards him. She leaned forward to where he sat, and extended her right hand towards him.

"No need to get up. I'm Lucia."

"Hi Lucia. Very nice to meet you." he said, his gentlemanly instincts strong despite being so clearly thrown off by her straightforward approach. "I'm David."

"Very happy to meet you David." she purred as she took as seat near him on the bench, leaning forward and looking into his eyes while simultaneously exposing several inches of cleavage. "I can see you're very happy to meet me too."

David blushed beet red instantly. "I'm really sorry..." he said "I was just so surprised to see you in here... I should go, I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable."

David stood up in a bluster, his towel tented directly out in front of him a healthy six of seven inches. He made a feeble effort to cover his shame as he moved to escape the heat and Lucia's gaze. Reaching out with her right hand, she grasped the bottom edge of his towel as he passed her on the way to the door, and with a soft tug, she unravelled it from his waist and let it fall to the floor. He gasped as his raging erection was exposed to the heat, and turned his face towards her in shock.

"Where do you think you're going?" she asked as she admired his manhood in profile. She gestured with her hand, letting it linger mere inches from his shaft. "Mmmm... looks like 'he' wants you to stay right here."

David's naked body glistened with moisture as he slowly turned to face Lucia where she sat on her bench, leaning in towards his crotch. She smiled up at him and ran a fingertip teasingly along his chest and stomach, drawing a line in his sweat that worked its way unerringly towards his member. He closed his eyes and shivered despite the heat as she traced the length of his shaft lightly, working up and down the top and under sides with her fingertip. A bead of liquid, either precum or perspiration, formed on her fingertip as she brought her hand back towards herself. She licked it off with a long, out-stretched tongue, and moaned softly to herself.

"Mmmm. I always crave salt when I sweat this much."

David's breath was audible as he swayed before her, not wanting to say a word that might make her stop playing with his cock. She gripped his meat overhand, like a handle, and steered his naked bum to the bench beside her while she rose to stand in front of him. With slow and measured movements, she un-tucked her towel and held it before her, folding it into a square. As the square grew smaller, David gasped at her revealed curves. Faded tan lines showed around her hips and pelvic area, the paler skin standing in contrast to the dark but well-trimmed triangle of pubic hair. Her breasts had no such tan lines, revealing her penchant for topless sunbathing. Her pink nipples stood hard and erect as small rivulets of sweat ran between her round and ample mounds. 

"Oh my god." he said, leaning back on the bench and admiring her while his dick stood up at attention in his lap. "You're incredible."

She smiled as she bent over at the waist, placing the folded towel between his feet on the floor on front of his bench. She lingered there a moment, bent in two with her sizable butt stuck out behind her to counter-balance, and allowed her lips to kiss their way up his humid thighs to his manhood, which pulsed and jumped as she planted her sloppy kisses on it. She grinned as she ran her tongue up its length while looking up into David's eyes. He shuddered and groaned as she dropped to her knees on the folded towel between his legs and ran her hands up and down his thighs. Leaving her hands resting on his knees, she leaned in and used her tongue to slather his low-hanging balls with her saliva. He moaned and shifted to allow her better access as his testicles slung low away from his body due to the temperature.

"That feels so fucking good." he uttered. "God yes work my balls Lucia."

She chuckled lustily as she began to draw his balls into her mouth one at a time, sending shivers up David's spine. She sucked gently on first one, and then the other as her tongue teased them. Looking up at him past his achingly hard and bright red erection, she opened her mouth wide and ever so slowly took both testicles into her mouth at the same time. She hummed softly, letting the vibrations do her work as the mouthful of scrotum pinned her tongue to the bottom of her mouth. David swore and ran his hands through her soaking wet hair, down to her shoulders, massaging them in his firm grip as she in turn massaged his ball with her mouth. Their eyes met, his thick and heavily engorged shaft resting on her forehead as she stared back up at him and then winked lewdly.

"Jesus Christ." he moaned. "I need your mouth on me baby."

Lucia moaned affirmatively as she began to use the wide flat of her tongue in broad, sloppy licks; starting with his balls she moved upwards, licking perspiration from his hot and pulsing shaft. She gripped his rod by the base, and sticking out her tongue, she began to slap his cockhead against herself. Her nose, forehead, tongue, cheeks, and lips all received a tattoo of rhythmic slaps while she grinned and moaned in response to his involuntary twitching. Pausing for a moment, she spit a sloppy wad of saliva onto him. It hit the tip squarely and deflected down his shaft. With her hand she spread the thick sloppy spit out over his length, lubricating it fully. She smiled up at him as she leaned closer, trapping his meat between her heavy, tanned breasts.

"Fuck my tits, David." she moaned softly.

David groaned as he placed his hands on either side of his butt on the hot wooden bench for leverage as he began to thrust his manhood between her soft tits. She squeezed them together tightly and threw her head back, chuckling with pleasure as she felt his rock hard cock glide against her skin. She licked her lips as their eyes met again, egging him on as salty sweat trickled from his brow. His breath came in ragged gasps as the exertion of his thrusts and the heat of the sauna took their toll.

Suddenly, and without warning, Lucia pulled away, her wet tits swinging freely as she thrust her mouth forward and down, impaling herself onto his dick in an instant. David gasped with pleasure as she held herself deeply on him, bobbing her head ever-so-slightly up and down while his cock head tickled her tonsils. Wet, mild, gagging sounds came from her throat as she bobbed, her hands on her knees as she knelt between his legs. Interlocking his fingers, David wrapped his hands around the back of her head and pulled her face into him, holding her nose tightly to his belly as deep as he could go. Her breathing became an audible wheeze, sputtering as she coughed saliva out around the base of his shaft. With a grunt of satisfaction, he released her, and she came up gasping for air like a landed fish.

"Oh god yes." she muttered, looking up at him with tear-filled eyes. "Gag me with that dick."

Placing one hand on either side of her head this time, David began to push and pull her up and down his length, at first slowly and smoothly, and then faster and harder. Lucia gagged each time his cock forced entry into her throat, her drooling, open mouth making a loud * GAK GAK GAK* with each down stroke. Her heavy breasts swung back and forth with her bobbing head, slapping lightly against his knees. David grunted louder with each thrust, and his balls began to pulse along with his shaft signalling imminent eruption. Lucia's eyes squeezed tightly shut as she sustained his last few brutal tugs on her head, until he finally climaxed while pulling himself deep into her throat.

"Ohhh fuck!" David yelled. "Take all my cum Lucia!"

Lucia's throat spasmed in time with each thick and salty burst of cum that David launched into her belly. She struggled on the edge of gagging and coughing it up, but managed to swallow each and every jet of semen, moaning happily as she did. She stayed deep on him until his cock seemed drained and then slowly backed off of him. Though he lost some of his rigidity, his manhood remained thick and upright, nearly ¾ hard despite her servicing. She grinned up at him mischievously from behind sweat-slicked bangs. David watched Lucia's sleek, panther-like curves in awe as she stood and moved beside him. Bending at the waist, she placed both hands on the bench in front of her, and with an exaggerated arch of her back, presented her pussy towards the sauna door. Using her curled toes, she moved the folded towel from between his feet to the floor behind her ample butt, and nodded towards it while looking back over her shoulder.

"Your turn." she said with a wink. "Lick my clit."

Feeling downright awkward and ungainly compared to her confidently erotic movements, David scrambled to his knees on the towel behind her, taking in the powerful aroma of her pussy. While both of their bodies were soaking wet, her slit glistened with a wetness that stood out and made the rest of her body look like the Sahara. Grabbing one large cheek in each hand, David spread her open and buried his face into her, lapping at her clit voraciously. Lucia screamed almost immediately and her entire body shuddered in ecstasy as she had an immediate orgasm. She pushed herself into his mouth, grinding her slit up and down on his face, using him as he had used her only moments ago. David clutched her thighs and hung on for the ride as she seemed to come down slightly, only to immediately begin the climb to a second orgasm. 

"Ohhhh yes! Ohhhh god yes!" Lucia screamed as she ground her slit onto his mouth. "Lick my clit baby!"

Struggling to keep up with her gyrations, David quickly found his face soaking wet with more than just sweat. From his nose to his neck, he felt her fluids running down his face, coating him with her aromatic secretions. David moaned as he tasted her, his vibrations driving her to new heights of wild ecstasy. In short order, she climaxed on his tongue a second time; this time becoming too sensitive to continue, and pulling away from him slightly. David stood up, stretching out his cramped knees, and Lucia looked back at him over her shoulder.

"That was fucking amazing." she said. "And now I want to feel your cock inside me."

Glancing down, she smiled as she saw that he was still nearly fully erect, and reached back with a hand to guide his head to her pussy. Slowly and gently, she began to run his manhood up and down her slit, coating it in her juices. They both moaned softly at this simple pleasure, and she kept it up, teasing him for what seemed like an eternity. Slowly David felt himself begin to lose control, as his hands drifted to her hips, grasping her as he began to thrust shallowly without even realizing it. At first Lucia seemed not to notice, as his cock slid past her slit as she played with him, but suddenly he was lined up perfectly, and she gasped as his head split her lips apart and entered her ever so slightly. She threw her head back and locked eyes with him again, biting her bottom lip as he stood transfixed, revelling in the glorious feeling of her warm pussy grasping his cock head. He squeezed her hips with his strong hands, causing her eyes to roll back for a moment and her lip to bleed ever so slightly from the pressure of her teeth.

"Fuck me." she ordered. "I want every inch."

Without missing a beat, David slowly drove his cock home in one smooth motion. Lucia's back arched and she moaned like a cat in heat for a moment, before letting out a purr of satisfaction.

"Ohhh my god yes." she said, adjusting her hand position to brace herself from hitting her face on the bench. "Now fuck my pussy."

With a grunt as each thrust drove home to the hilt, David's cock began gliding in and out between her sopping wet lips. She matched his pace, pushing back into him on each slow stroke, and moaning every time her butt pressed into his belly as he buried himself inside her. His cock twitched as she engulfed him, growing fully erect again as David began to increase the pace and strength of his thrusts. Lucia, unable to match his tempo, stopped pushing back, and instead lowered her head down so that she rested on her forearms on the bench in front of her, bracing herself for his vigorous thrusts.

"Harder!" she yelled. "Oh god fuck me harder!"

David began to hammer her pussy intensely, his balls slapping audibly off of her lips as he leaned into his thrusts. Her tits started to sway back and forth, her hard nipples grazing over the bench, causing her to arch her back and orgasm a third time. Placing her head into her arms, she bit down on herself to stifle her screams and gasped for air through her nostrils. As she came down, she began a whining moan of overwhelming pleasure while David maintained his hard pumping of her now dripping pussy, seemingly semi-conscious from an overdose of pleasure. Sensing from her squirming that she was growing overly-sensitive to his fucking, David slowly pulled himself from her. Clumsily now, as if totally exhausted from her last climax, Lucia turned around and sank back to her knees in front of David as he stood facing her.

"Oh my god that was amazing." Lucia gushed as she lazily stroked his gleaming cock and planted a sloppy kiss on its sticky head. "Where do you want to cum baby?"

David closed his eyes for a moment and shuddered as Lucia continued to stroke him while she awaited his answer. He opened them in time to watch her take his pussy-slick meat back into her mouth, sucking on it hungrily despite her sleepy-looking eyelids. They were both drenched in sweat now, and beginning to smell with the primal scent of and man and woman au naturale. Lucia moaned contentedly as she polished his bright red head with her mouth, rolling it around and flicking it with her tongue. David reached down and touched her below her chin, tilting her head back so that she looked up into his eyes while still teasing him with her tongue.

"I'm going to cum all over your gorgeous face." David said lustily. "I'm going to plaster you in my cum."

Lucia's sticky smile spread ear to ear as she stared up into David's eyes. Slowly and smoothly, she pushed her mouth forward onto him, never breaking eye contact as she took his entire length into her mouth. She gagged slightly as he pierced her throat, but managed to keep her eyes open anyway. David stroked her hair as she held herself impaled on him, watching in awe as she demonstrated incredible stamina for deep throat. She pulled back just as slowly as she had advanced, his chest heaving as she took several deep breaths, her lips connected to his head by thick strings of saliva.

"I want to feel your hot cum all over my face." she whispered, before clearing her throat to speak up. "I want to you cover me in cum."

David moaned softly and grasped her by the hair, pulling her onto his shaft for one more quick mouth fuck before he was ready to explode. Lucia opened her mouth wide, and stuck out her tongue to slather his balls as he thrust home each time. The *GAK GAK GAK* of her gagging was audible, though she never flinched or faltered as he pumped her mouth. In short order, David approached the point of no return. Using his handful of her hair, he tilted her head back once again, and watched as she continued to stroke his cock aimed directly at her own face.

"Oh yes David. Cum for me!" she begged.

"Oh fuck yes." he replied. "Stroke that hard dick. Tell me how badly you want my cum."

Lucia's eyes burned with intense sincerity. "I need it so badly. I need to feel your hot cum splattering all over my face. Please cum for me baby."

"Oh my god!" David groaned. "Here it comes!"

Lucia's mouth opened wide, tongue extended, eyes locked with his as his first blast caught her in the left eyebrow, leaving a white line dangling across her eye and onto her cheek. His next two successive shots ricocheted off of her left cheekbone to land across her nose and ear, respectively. Lucia adjusted her aim, and the next two jets of pearly white cum landed squarely on her tongue as the velocity of his ejaculation began to wane. Luica's mouth closed as she savoured the taste of his seed, and she leaned in to stroke out several dribbling shots onto her pursed lips. Finally, she took him gently into her mouth one last time, and milked out the last few remaining drops onto her tongue.




Sweat



Lucia leaned back against the bench behind her, cum dripping off of her face onto her jutting breasts. She rolled his cum around in her mouth before looking into his eyes and swallowing loudly, and with a smile. David stood gasping as his erection began to fade at last, watching as this sexual phenom scooped a drop of cum from her thigh with her fingertip and brought it to her mouth, licking it off with a mischievous wink. Kneeling in front of him, her left eye plastered shut with cum, she looked every bit like a real-life professional porn star.

As David collapsed, dehydrated and exhausted onto a bench, Lucia continued to display the poise of a pro, and methodically began to clean herself up before wrapping her cum-stained towel around her luscious curves once again. David sprawled, cock twitching weakly, as he watched her reaffix her hair into a tight ponytail, a slight quiver in her legs the only sign that she too was still feeling the effects of their tryst. Finally, satisfied that her work was complete, Lucia turned to face him, and walked over, planting a short but passionate kiss on his lips.

"Thank you so much." she whispered. "That. Was. Amazing."

Before David could stammer a response, Lucia bent over at the waist to plant a longer, sloppier series of kisses onto his shaft and balls. She whimpered contentedly as his meat grew chubby again, and planted a peck onto his head. Glancing up at him from his crotch, she smiled.

"I'll leave you my number at the front desk for when you've recovered. Call me and we'll have to get together again."

With that, Lucia abruptly stood and walked out of the sauna, leaving David befuddled, proud, and satisfied.



Sweat



I catch you by the wrist as you make your way down the hall to the bedroom in your rush to grab a towel. I tread over your discarded shorts and wrap myself around you.

"Stop, Kris." You laugh. "I need to get cleaned up."

"That's what I'm here for," I answer. 

You're helpless, arms snared in your half-removed sports bra. I bury my nose in your short, chestnut hair, tousled and tangled by exercise. I inhale, the earthen scent of your evening run blooming through my senses. Your body heat is fresh and powerful in the humid air. My lips clasp your neck. You moan tentatively—unsure, eager to rebuke me, to escape my clutches and get on with your much-needed shower.

"Come on," you say. "I'm a mess."

My touch rocks over your tight stomach, dragging you back against me. My breasts compress between us. My tongue smears out, indulging in the salty taste of sweat dappled across your skin. Giggling, you rustle your arms free of your bra, leaving it around your neck like a collar, and dig your nails into my forearm. 

"Let me go," you say. "I'm serious."

But so am I.

It's hard to tell what draws the bigger gasp: my arms wrenching you closer, no hope for escape, or my tongue laving over your neck, collecting every tangy hint of the workout from your bronze skin. Each time you moan, I punctuate the sound with a sharp press of my teeth, surging you to greater, deeper moans, forcing you into a cycle. The bite of my teeth, the whimper that catches in your throat, over and over, again and again, until you submit. 

I rove my fingers up your abdomen. I find your breasts—small, athletic, easy to hold, just like the rest of you. Your nipples are crinkled and small, loaded for bear. I roll the left one between my thumb and forefinger, indulging a bit, sadistically, in the jerk of your spine as you rise to attention. I wrap my arm around your stomach and chest, squeezing you until you can hardly breathe. You don't get to, not unless I say so.

I roll my hips into the rise of your taut little ass. You stumble under my weight, tripping forwards into welcome support of the wall in front of you. Your hands slap down against the plaster, ringing out a hollow thump I'm sure the neighbors hear.

Even if they don't, they definitely catch the nice-and-easy groan that rebounds through the hallway as my teeth sink into your neck.

"Don't!" You give a snorting laugh, rustling your shoulders back against me. "I have a fucking meeting tomorrow, don't you mark me!"

"Wear a turtleneck," I say. 

This time, my teeth clench down until it hurts. 

You squeal like a stuck pig. That's what you are, after all—stuck. Fat load of good those workouts do for you: I have you pinned, a sandwich between the wall and me, both parties equally unyielding. 

You sneak out little pants beneath the claiming compression of my forearm. I take the full swell of one of your breasts in my palm, grinding the bone of my wrist into that giving, pliant tit. A sharp choke catches in your throat.

Your hand presses down atop my arm. You've come around to the idea; knew you would.

I dip as I pass your belly button, swirling the tip of my middle finger, exploring the tender inlet of your flesh. You shudder. Your hips butt forward against the wall. 

I find the band of your panties. The elastic stretches over my knuckles. My nails rock through the tangled forest of your pubic hair, damp and matted down, just like the rest of you. I rock my hand against the fat bulge of your pubic mound. Your thighs clench, some small hit of decency wriggling out of you in a last gasp of resistance. 

"W-wait," you say. "I'm gross, seriously."

You're beautiful.

A sharp pinch of my fingers upon your nipple—you haven't forgotten my right hand, have you?—discourages any further modesty. I take another whiff, indulge in the bitter tinge of sweat mixing with the lingering scent of body wash on your skin. I pepper your neck with kisses and the odor of your building stimulation swells to join the panoply of scents emanating off you. I arch my body forward, atop your back, forcing you to bear my weight. I scoop my fingers between the crux of your thighs. I find your furnace, already stoked.

I scoop my fingers inwards, eking out of you a reticent flux of skin and sound. I rock my touch over the hidden lips of your pussy. You mewl. My fingertips collect the moisture of your precipitous lust. Again, the wall responds in echo beneath the slap of your palm. Your legs clench around my hand, trying to trap it; you're finally ready. I flex my knuckles, resting the embrace of your thighs; that's for me to decide, not you.

"Please," you say.

My fingers explore the edges of your cunt, tracing every curl and line of your lips. You whine with need, immature, and impatient, like you always are. Damp, you're that too—and not just from sweat, you're positively moist. Slippery arousal all but spills from you, your pussy a font of mute urgency, slicking my fingers and easing their progress. I sink my nails into your tit when a petulant groan cracks in your throat. Shush.

My hand on your breast scrawls upwards, gracing over your clavicle and the shallow curve of your neck, over your chin and against your lips. You cry out, parting them for me, and I enter you there, knowing it only casts in sharp relief the ache building in your unfucked cunt. My fingers depress the firm muscle of your tongue. You respond with quaking motions, slathering my digits, pulsing your lips, begging me inside of you, willing to take it any way you can get it.

Never idle, the pad of my right thumb presses down against the tented fold of flesh at the apex of your cunt, seeking the sensitive button of your clit. Your body goes rigid, stock still as an electric current runs up your spine and locks you to me. 

"Please!" You cry out, sputtering the word past the foraging fingers filling your mouth. But the downward thrust of your yearning hips is far more evocative than some single, clumsy syllable. 

Oh, all right. You've been patient enough.

I slip just one finger through the portal of your cunt. A rumble starts in your chest. "Yes, Kris," you say, lips morphing around my fingers both above and below. You sob out a sound of timid passion the moment my finger curls inside of you, securing its claim on your g-spot like planting a flag on some precious, fertile ground. I claim your neck with another bite, digging in my teeth, trying to stifle you. 

When it doesn't work, when you cry my name again, I resort to harsher tactics. I jerk your sports bra upwards, stuffing the stretched fabric past your lips. Your nostrils flare. Your hips slap backwards to meld with mine. The motion throws my finger into you, deep as it can go. 

My thumb presses down, grinding your clit beneath it, distracting you from the pinch of my second finger slipping inside of you. Your tunnel's overwhelming slickness permits my further entrance with ease despite the stretching tension rippling through your inner walls. Muffled, you cry out through your gag. I cram the bra deeper in your mouth, sharing with you the same scent of sweat and exercise that I furrow my nose against your scalp to relish in myself.

Our bodies thump forward, ratting the picture frames on the wall. The uncomfortable position skews my arm at an odd angle, but I've never let a little aching wrist stop me before. I hammer my fingers into you, scraping my nails against your inner button. Your heartbeat soars. I can feel it pounding against my chest through your back.

Your pussy clenches, countering each of my thrusts with a pulse of fresh resistance. Suffocating through your bra, you pull shallow breaths through your nose. I press my hand against the back of your head, slapping your cheek against the wall so I can look you in the eyes. Your sweat pours better than any workout, staining the white paint. I drink in the sight of your eyes, blurring with the tears of your climatic effort just to stay . You lips flex against the makeshift gag. You sob your effort into the fabric, teetering at the edge of collapse. I spread my fingers in a vee, stretching your tight fucking cunt to its absolute limit.

You spill over the edge, the tattered screams of your climax no less beautiful for being muffled. You lurch backwards, melting against me for a hot instant. 

Then, you collapse, emitting a feeble sound as your buckling knees impale your immaculately sensitive, post-climax cunt upon me all the way to my knuckles. I wrench my arm around your lagging body to keep you standing. You spit loose the gag and your panting breath sings a wonderful sympathy for me as your lungs force fresh oxygen into your body.

My fingers extract themselves from you. A moan unravels in the air. I wipe those slickened fingers above your lip. Your heaving, desperate breathing giving you no option but to suffuse yourself with the passionate, overwhelming aroma I've painted beneath your nose, marking you with your own personal essence. I sift my nose through your hair and behind your ear, letting you hear how ragged my own breathing has become.

"Christ, you're fucking drenched," I hiss. "That straight chick with the red hair and nice tits was on the elliptical again, wasn't she?"

You sigh with idle satiation as the image of that hetero babe stirs in your mind. "Not my fault she's got an ass made for yoga pants."

I utter a playful, possessive growl. "You trying to make me jealous?"

You rock your hips back to meet mine, a tiny tease—but your foreplay's wasted, the deed's already done. "Jealous?" You ask. "Don't see how that's possible. You're the one who reaps the proceeds of all her hard work." 

"Little bitch," I whisper.

"You are," you reply.

The surge of my hips, flattening you to the wall, confirms which of those statements is true. I bite down on your earlobe hard enough to make you yelp. 

I bury myself in your hair one last time, pulling in as much of your musk as I can before the shower washes it away. Your hips rock in reflexive motion, your cunt unconsciously hungry for its next orgasm. Who can blame it, when the first was so fleeting?

You squirm enough to turn and face me. I shove you back up against the wall, reminding you of your position. Your eyes are bright and blue as a mountain stream. Your face is ruddy and flushed. You smile at me, deep and kind and overflowing with a warmth even your rugged, well-toned and well-used body can't match. I plant frank kisses all over your forehead, your cheeks, your nose, your lips. I claim and clear every inch of fresh, clean sweat from your face and still I'm hungry for me.

You giggle, swatting your hand at my side and shaking your shoulders to muscle me away. "Can I take my shower now, please?"

"Fine. But you better be quick about it." I grab your hip and steal a chaste smooch from those kissable lips. "I expect you to return the favor, and I can't promise I'll wait for you to finish cleaning up."

"Who says you have to wait?" You smirk, slipping from my grasp like a contortion artist. As you make your escape into the bathroom, your voice sing-songs to me over the hydraulic spray of the shower. "Grab me a towel while you're at it."



Sweat and Spandex



When I saw her I almost dropped the dumbbell on my foot.  She was about 5'4 with long glimmering dirty blonde hair, which was tied back in a ponytail that bounced about her shoulders as she walked.  Her skin was a deep tan color and perfectly accentuated her well muscled legs and bared midrif.  My eyes traveled from her feet up her toned legs to her ass.  She was dressed in a silver two-piece outfit that made her look as if she would be more at home lounging around a swimming pool than hoisting wieghts in a gym. 

  Her stomach was tight and defined, shimmering in the light from the thin layer of perspiration covering her perfect body.  Her tits were obviously fake, for no woman on earth could possibly be born with such treasures.  The sweat was running down her neck, pooling around her breasts causing a wet t-shirt effect, allowing her nipples to make a very welcome appearance. 

She had the face of an angel. Bright blue eyes that shone like saphires against her caramel colored skin.  Her lips were full and luscious, perfectly framing her gleeming white teeth.  If there was a more perfect woman on earth, then she had never crossed my path. 

  Trying in vain to hide my growing erection, I made my way over to the cardio area putting myself in plain view of my new found obsession.  She was stretching her hamstrings, bending over double grasping her feet.  I strategically situated myself behind her admiring her ass.  Her bottoms were tight enough to outline every curve, and with my eyes glued to her shapely rear end I didn't even notice her baby blues staring right back at me from between her legs.   Her head was upside down almost touching the floor and her ponytail had fallen across her face, almost covering her sly grin. 

  Embarrassed, I quickly turned away, knowing full well that I had been caught in the act.  Wanting to save myself any further humiliation, I made my way over to the treadmill hoping that a good cardio workout would wash away any lingering fantasies regarding my lycra-clad enchantress.  I had been running for less than a minute, when a familiar body took the machine beside me.  I couldn't see my own face, but I can be sure that it was red as hell when I looked over to see her smiling as she programmed the treadmill. She started off at a brisk walk, that sent her breasts bouncing up and down like a child's plaything.  I tried to keep my eyes straight ahead. 

"It's ok". 

I was shocked. She had spoken to me! 

"W.. What?" 

"I don't mind that you were checking me out," she said. 

"Well, I wasn't checking you...". 

"Yes, you were. Just like I was checking you out". 

Was this happening??  Was this unbelievably attractive woman actually 
hitting on me? 

"You have a really great body", she said nonchalantly. 

I was speechless for a second before I managed to stammer out something to do with her having a great body as well. 

She smiled.   "Thanks". 

There was a few seconds of awkward silence before she spoke again. 

"I'm just about done in here. How would you like to walk me to my car?" 

I had barely started my workout, but who was I to say no to this perfect specimen of a female?  Of course I agreed and soon we were making small talk on our way to the parking lot.  We exchanged names(hers is Amy) and talked "gym talk".  When we reached her vehicle I was in for a bit of a surprise. I was expecting this hot little thing to be driving a hot little car,  but to my amazement she was the proud driver of a hulking black van. 

"It's my boyfriend's", she said, after sensing my surprise. 

My heart fell.  Of course, I thought to myself.  How could a woman this 
perfect be single?  I quickly aborted my plan of asking for her number and prepared to say goodbye. 

Amy had other plans, however, as she leaned into me and pressed her soft lips against mine.  My eyes widened in surprise, but as soon as the initial shock wore off I returned her kiss, parting my lips to allow her warm wet tongue to slip into my mouth.  I could have kissed her for hours but she pulled away and gave me a cute little smile. 

"Want to come in?" 

I was confused.  "What do you mean?" 

Amy leaned in and flicked her tongue out just brushing my lips. "In the 
van," she said opening the back door. 

I tried to hide my smile as I grasciously accepted her offer and took her hand as she led me into the back of the van.  There were a few boxes, some blankets and a rolled up carpet strewn about.  She explained that she was in the process of moving, and was using her boyfriend's van to transport her stuff.  I listened only half-hartedly as I was interested in something else at the time. 

Amy had me sit down on a box, then straddled me tossing her hair to the 
side.  She put her arms around my neck and pulled her firm, sweaty body into mine.  I rested my hands on her hips and pressed my mouth against her neck tracing a line up to her ear.  I could taste the saltness of a bead of sweat trickling down her neck.  I nibbled her ear eliciting a long drawn out moan from her sweet lips.  Suddenly she pulled my head back and kissed me hard, shoving her tongue into my mouth.  She kept moaning as her hands ran through my hair and my hands roamed her body.  Our kissing intensified and Amy put her hands straight up over her head as I peeled of her tight, spandex top, freeing her magnificient tits.  At once I dropped my head and took one of Amy's erect nipples into my mouth again savoring her salty taste.  Her delicate fingers clawed at the back of my neck as my tongue ran circles around her nipple, before switching to her other breast, giving it the same treatment. 

Soon Amy had my shirt off and was blazing a trail down my chest with her hot little mouth.  She obviously didn't mind the taste of sweat either.  I was entranced, watching her plant soft kisses down my torso. 
Every touch of her lips on my skin sent shivers through my body and blood coursing through my turgid cock.  She curled her fingers into the waistband of my shorts and yanked them down my hips.  I lifted my ass off the box to allow Amy to continue my undressing.  She slid the sweaty shorts down my legs and I kicked them off.  My full naked, sweaty body was now exposed to this gorgeous girl. 

I watched intently as she descended on my cock, parting her sweet lips just enough to take the head into her warm, wet mouth.  She placed a hand firmly on my balls and carressed them to complement the treatment she was giving me with her mouth.  I placed my hand on the back of her head and gently guided her further down my shaft.  She looked so beautiful, with her eyes closed and her lips wrapped around my throbbing dick.  Every pass of her mouth down my shaft inched me one step closer to blowing my load in her mouth.  She would pull away momentarily and gaze up at me as she flicked her tongue out teasing the head of my cock. 

My hand ran through her silky hair and she dropped her pretty face lower, lightly touching my balls with her tongue.  My moaning encouraged Amy to spend more time down there as she lapped my sweaty balls with soft, long licks.  Her mouth closed around them and she moaned sending tingles through my balls.  She then rose to her feet tucking her fingers into the waistband of her tight spandex shorts. 

"Do you want these off?", she asked with a teasing smirk. 

I only nodded and reached out to help. 

She lightly slapped my hands away with a giggle and turned her back to me. Amy then bent over and started to slide those silver spandex shorts down her tanned, firm ass.  I gazed intently as the top of her crack came into view, and kept my eyes glued as the shorts dropped to her ankles.  She was still bent over and I could see her tight little asshole.  She was smiling when she turned back, showing me her perfectly shaved pussy. 

She then turned and sauntered towards me, my eyes transfixed on her 
gleaming, sweaty body.  Amy straddled my legs and leaned in kissing me as she lowered herself down onto my waiting cock.  She reached down and helped guide my dick into her hot, wet pussy.  I almost fainted when I felt myself inside her.  Our tongues played with each other as Amy began to gyrate her hips, forcing my hard cock deep inside her hole.  I could feel her sweaty, firm tits pressing up against my bare chest as I reached down grabbing her ass, pulling her closer.  Back and forth she ground her pelvis into me.  I reached farther back and slid my hand down the crack of her ass.  Amy pushed her tongue deeper inside my mouth and moaned as my fingers grazed her asshole.  She seemed to like it so I planted a finger on her tight anal opening and gently rubbed her sweaty asshole.  Her grinding increased and I could tell she was close to cumming.  She pulled her mouth from mine and put her face to the side of my head.  I could feel her hot breath on my hear as she whispered to me. 

"Fuck me! Fuck me! FUCK ME!" 

Amy's voice quickly shot from a whisper to a full out scream as she began cumming on my cock.  I could feel her pussy grow wetter, as she finished convulsing.  When she started to pull her self off me, I thougth she had had enough but I couldn't be more wrong. 

"Lay down!" she commanded. 

I did as she instructed, laying down on the cool floor of the van.  She 
stood over me, her back to me, letting my eyes roam over her tight, 
glistening body. Turning her head to the side, she slid a finger into her mouth and sucked it seductively.  She then reached around and placed it against her pussy, gently gliding it along her wet, swollen lips.  Then to my amazement Amy dragged her hand up to her ass.  She stoked her wet finger over her rim a few times before pushing it up inside.  She was really turning me on and I couldn't wait to get my cock back inside her georgeous body. 

She turned and dropped, bringing herself level with my straining dick. She gave me a quick smile and started crawling up my body like a cat.  Her tongue traced a line from my stomach back up to my mouth where it ended in a full on kiss.  I could feel her wet pussy rubbing against my cock and tried in vain to get it inside her.  Amy reached a slender hand back, playing with her pussy as her other hand clawed at the side of my face, causing me to kiss her even harder with renewed passion.  She stroked my dick, coating it with her own pussy juices, getting it nice and wet again.  I attempted to slide my dick back up into her moist hole, but to my surprise she stopped me. 

"Uh uh." she said with a smirk.  "Not there." 

I was confused. 

She shifted her body forward and guided my straining cock towards her tight little butthole. 

Her smile widened.  "In here." 

Amy closed her eyes and bit her lip as she pushed backwards, forcing her asshole around my dick.  As she relaxed, I slid in further causing her to moan with every inch.  She leaned back into a more comfortable position resting her hands on the floor behind her. 

"Mmm, I love your big cock in my ass," she groaned, wiggling her butt, 
getting every last inch of my meat into her greedy hole.  She looked so sexy sitting there.  Sitting atop my dick, her hair hanging in a tangled sweaty mess.  Her eyes closed in ecstasy as she rocked back and forth.  I began thrusting upwards, unable to contain myself. Amy responded by sqeezing her ass down on my rock hard dick. 

She started muttering obsenities under her breath as our fucking grew more frantic.  She stuck her foot out towards me. 

"Take off my shoe," she ordered. 

I did. 

"Now the sock." 

I did. 

"I want you to suck my toes while you assfuck me!" 

She threw her head back as I took three of her toes into my mouth.  I sucked them gently at first then harder as she started to bounce up and down on my cock.  She pulled her foot from my mouth and really started to get into it. She had both feet and one arm firmly planted on the floor of the van.  I watched in amazement as my cock would appear and then disapear up her tight ass, as she rose and fell. Her other hand was busy at work rubbing her clit furiously in an effort to cum.  Her bounces soon turned into short thrusts as her body tightened up.  I knew I wouldn't last much longer. 

"Fuck!!" she screamed. 

I was done.  I felt her ass clench around my dick as I unloaded burst after burst of hot jism up into her asshole. 

Amy took a few moments to catch her breath before pulling herself off my softening cock. 

"Thanks," I said.  "That was great." 

"Oh I'm not done with you yet! You haven't even licked my pussy!" 

I was a little tired but I was still more than willing to spend some more time with this hot little slut. 

Before I could react Amy had thrown a leg over my head, straddling my face, forcing her wet pussy against my mouth in a hot sixty nine position.  I imediately stuck my tongue out tasting her sweet nectar.  She leaned forward giving me some more breathing room.  Repeatedly I lapped at her juicy cunt, as she reached back grabbing a handfull of hair, pulling me harder into her. As I ate her, started to play with my cock again, stoking it up and down. Then to my surprise she took it into her mouth!  She licked it up and down and sucked the head before swallowing it down her throat.  I looked up at 
her freshly fucked asshole and saw a thin stream of cum running from it.  My dick was getting hard again in Amy's mouth as he expert lips and tongue went to work.  Reluctantly I stuck my tongue out and touched the rim of her ass. The moan she let out only encouraged me and I started to lick all over her sweaty asshole.  I grabbed her thighs and pulled her back stabbing my tongue at her cum filled hole.  I couldn't believe it!  I was actually licking my own cum from this girl's ass!  She let my cock escape her mouth and pushed back against my face. 

"That's it. Lick it good." 

Finally she started to pull away, letting my tongue slowly slip from her ass.  Amy then surprised me again by turning around and kissing me fully on the mouth trying to get the last remnants of cum.  With one more flashing smile she rolled off and pulled her self up to her hands and knees.  I wasted no time in falling into position behind her, thrusting my rejuvenated cock back into her hot little pussy.  There was no going slow this time.  My thighs were slapping against her asscheeks, which were slick with sweat.  My hands were grasping her hips, accentuating every thrust of my cock. 

Weakly, Amy reached back a trembling arm offering me a finger.  I took it in sucking it as I repeatedly filled her warm hole with my dick.  She withdrew her finger and slid it down her asscrack eventually finding her asshole.  I watched as she slipped her wet finger up her own ass.  I could feel her finger with my cock through her pussy wall.  She slid it in and out numerous times before planting it deep inside to stay. 

"I'm going to cum soon," I muttered. "Where do you want it?" 

"Anywhere you want!" 

"I want to cum on your face." 

"Good!  Do it!  Cum on my slutty little face!" 

I pulled out and spun Amy around standing up.  She positioned her face in front of my dick and looked up into my eyes.  I gave it a few quick jerks before the firt gob of cum landed on her lips.  She opened her mouth wide and stuck out her tongue to recieve the second and third shots.  In less than a few seconds Amy's beautiful face was a sticky mess. She took my cock into her sweet little mouth and sucked it dry before collapsing in a tired sweaty heap. 

I quickly dressed and left the van, as she told me that her boyfriend would start to get suspicious if she wasn't home soon.  We said our goodbyes and went our ways.  As soon as I got home I jerked off just thinking about the sexy experience I had just had.  Needless to say, I started going to the gym a lot more after that day. 

The End 



Sweat Dreams



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** Sweet Dreams

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** DISCLAIMER

** All characters portrayed are over 18 years of age. 

** Romance

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You look so beautiful lying in bed asleep, laying half on your side and half on your stomach with your hair tucked behind your ear; a gentle silhouette against the moonlight coming through the window. Your breathing is short and shallow so I know you are almost totally dead to the world. 

Silently I slip into bed being careful to not disturb you as I know restful sleep does not come to you often, yet you stir unconsciously. I lie facing you and creep closer behind you trying to steal the warmth you have already created wanting to feel your heat - it is comforting. As I scoot closer, you roll over towards me so I quickly roll onto my back to not impede your movement so you do not wake. Somehow you sense my presence and roll to face me inadvertently brushing my flaccid penis in the process.

I think nothing of your unannounced brush and settle in to my comfort zone fairly quickly and am preparing myself for the next day's schedule at work when your leg crosses over mine and your soft hand settles on my groin as you cuddle in closer to me. I place your head on my shoulder and loop my arm around you to hold you close and let you sleep in my strong arms. I can smell the soft fragrant shampoo in your hair from this morning's shower still and a soft smile creases my lips as I think about how good you always smell without the need for over powering perfumes. I let my hand fall on your arm to caress your soft skin and with a kiss on your forward I whisper sweet dreams to you and close my eyes.

Just as I am falling asleep I feel your fingers gently squeeze my penis and very slightly stroke up and down its shaft absent mindlessly without a purpose or reason. I turn my head towards you to see if you are awake but it is now so dark I can't see much of anything. I softly kiss your forehead again and close my eyes. As I turn my head back away from you, I feel your soft fingers exploring my manliness again but this time with more knowing of what they are touching and I slowly start to grow in length and girth, my penis expanding to its full length and girth with your gently probing.

Not one to let an opportunity to slip by, I let you explore me in your sleepy haze and softly grind my now hard cock into your hand. You drag your fingernails up the underside of my cock and as you start back towards the base I arch my hips up so you will graze my tightening sac with your delicious nails.

As you continue your sleep induced exploration I run my hand you are cradled in up and down your back feeling your softness and increasing my desire for you. My hand makes it down to the back of your sexy thong covered butt and I run my fingertips around the elastic band at the top of your delicious ass. I find the soft spot at the top of your butt where your tailbone ends and rub my fingertips across the delicate skin, wishing I could kiss it. The skin is so soft there; it is one of my favorite spots to kiss and tease you.

Either you were awake and aware of what you are doing or your sleeping desire awoke you as you now gently slide your way further up on me to where your leg is fully draped over me and your shaven mound is rubbing against my hip. Your head turns toward me and you stretch your neck up towards me as you gently part your lips and kiss me softly on mine, slightly sucking my bottom lip into you and finishing with a small sensual lick across my lips. You know how much your kisses turn me on and you work your magic, not too open mouth and not too much tongue, just enough to show how sexy I am to you. I return your kisses as I slowly push your panties below your waist until I can reach no further and cup your small butt in my hands giving soft caresses.

You move fully on top of me and reaching down with both hands push my underwear down as far as you can without leaving the contact your breasts have made with my chest, not wanting to lose the electric contact your nipples have made already. You slowly run your hands around and down the sides of my thighs and bring them up to gently squeeze the sides of my ass then trail your fingernails up my torso until you have both hands holding each side of my face. You trace my lips with the tip of your tongue eliciting a moan from me, letting you know that I am ready for more. The more you lick and suck on my lips the harder I become and you can feel the pre-cum seeping from me and pooling between our bodies, gluing us together.

With my hands still on your soft ass I squeeze your checks and pull you further up my body so I can reach your dripping pussy from between your delicious ass cheeks; my clit resting on my cock head. I softly caress your checks alternating between running my fingers between them to gently squeezing and parting them. On the way to your molten pussy, I drag a finger across your butthole and plunge my finger down your slit until it firmly presses against your clit making you push your butt slightly up in the air to increase the delicious pressure. You are so wet that I know my rock hard cock will easily slide into you with no further effort so I pull your hips up to where I can feel my cock slide between your thighs, the head resting at your opening. You part your legs slightly and reach down and grab my cock and rub it up and down your slit then place it at your hole and slide down impaling yourself in one motion.

I grab your hips and slowly guide you up and down my shaft with you lying fully on top of me. Your legs are closed and in between mine so our pubic bones never lose contact and your clit is constantly rubbing on me. The tightness of your pussy and your thighs is exquisite and I feel like my cock is twice its normal size in you it is so tight. Each time I pull you up my body we kiss softly panting in each other's mouth, fighting for kisses but the pleasure of our lovemaking making it hard to breathe and kiss at the same time. 

Your hips start to thrust down and you are pressing your clit with urgency into my pubic bone and I know you are getting close. I slide one hand down your back and between your cheeks to caress your butthole and the other up to squeeze your breast. I bend my head down bring your nipple to my mouth so I can lick and suck it while my other hand is busy rubbing your butthole with slight pressure but not penetrating it. As you get closer and closer I increase the force of my thrusting into you and squeeze your breast harder. At the last second before I know you are going to explode I run my finger on your butthole down to your slit to gather a bit of moisture than back up to you butthole. I rub your hole with more pressure causing just the flat tip of my finger to slightly penetrate you and thrust sharply upward with my cock causing you to explode. I can feel your pussy spasm around my shaft and your asshole around my fingertip, causing me to explode deeply into you. We continue to rub and thrust until we are spent, you trying to catch your breath and me periodically thrusting into you in post-orgasmic bliss.

As you lay on top of me, I can feel my seed spilling out of you and rub it into the skin of your butt and thighs, kissing you as I do so and brushing across your clit to watch you tremble. I reach down and pull your panties back up and rub the small patch of fabric between your pussy lips to get your smell into them incase tomorrow I think about our love tonight and need to relieve myself before bed. 

Sweet Dreams love.



Sweat in the Dirt



The job was simple but effective. He was arranged on the back seat with his hands bound neatly in front of him with a long length of rope that had been passed around his waist then dropped to his feet where the same neat coils repeated themselves around his ankles. There was a thick piece of fabric in his mouth pulled tight enough that he was forced to open his lips. His tongue had begun to cramp behind it and saliva dampened the fabric. He tried to move, to see how far they had driven but Sven soon realised that it was useless. The rope around his waist had been secured to a seatbelt and he found he couldn't do much but wriggle about uselessly. He laughed.

"Thought you'd like this." Mimi eyed him in the rear view mirror, watched his hair fall into his face. "You may as well just lie there."

He mumbled something unintelligible. Mimi took one hand off the wheel and pulled down the gag, laughed at him. 

Sven sighed heavily, flexed his facial muscles. "You really did a good job. I never saw this coming." He let his head fall lazily onto the old vinyl, watched her hands move on the wheel, her wrists pale against the blue edge of her jacket. 

"You're always tired after work." She mused. "I watched you roll your shoulders and stretch when you got out of the car on the street and knew it was the right time."

"You did?" he asked. The car bumped off the main road. Sven presumed they were heading towards the hills and forests of Halworth Downs at a time when there would be very few dog walkers or ramblers to distract them. 

In the mirror, Mimi nodded, smiled as she watched her boyfriend try to move his head and flip the errant strand away. 

"You need to relax." She said. "And so do I. Spend some time with nature away from the phone and TV. Ignore emails for a few hours."

Sven nodded, wiggled in the seat again, his fingers reaching down towards his pockets and falling just a few inches too short. 

"Don't worry." Mimi smiled. "It's right here. Turned off, I might add. It's not good for you, sweetie."

"Oh," he nodded, saw his phone land on the front passenger seat next to hers. "Good. Thank you." He beamed at her, realised the thank you wasn't just for the safe keeping of his phone but, as he was so often finding with her, for everything. He had never been with another woman who could read him quite so well as Amanda Danners. 

"We have the weekend, we have tonight." She mused, her voice musical. "And I have the cutest boy in the world on my back seat. Work can wait." 

"Wouldn't a glass of wine done?" Sven asked, glad that it hadn't. "I could have run you a bath, given you a foot rub." 

Mimi took a right, jerked the car over another pothole. "Sorry." She winced as he slid forward. "You okay?"

Sven nodded.

"Good." She shrugged. "I just thought it might be nice for us to make use of these warm summer nights. Anyway, you did ask for this."

"Oh." The noise came with a deep belly laugh, full of regret and somewhere not too far beneath, yearning. "Fuck."

"Well, I like to give my baby what he wants." Her voice was a sing-song. "Plus, it's pretty hot. Kidnap you. Take you to the forest. I know I'm not quite the tribe of Amazons your twelve year old self had in mind but, hey." She shrugged again. "I might even fuck you if you're lucky."

"It is hot." Sven said. "Really hot. I'm glad you took the bag off my head, though."

"Pillowcase." Mimi corrected. "Now, get ready, sweetheart. We're here."

The car came to a stop. The engine noise from Mimi's beaten up old Ford faded, replaced by the chirruping of birds and insects. Anticipation simmered in his gut and, despite himself, Sven pulled again at the ropes. The length slipped and pushed tantalisingly against his crotch, jammed against his half-hard cock like it was electric. He exhaled heavily, jerked up as Mimi pulled open the door closest to his head. 

"Look at you." she laughed. "So cute." She bent and kissed him on the mouth, light enough to make him moan when she pulled away. "Eager, too." Her hand replaced the rope between his thighs and the breath caught in his throat. "Good boy." 

"What are you going to do?" he asked. Mimi's jacket was pressed against his cheek as she leant forward and popped the seat belt. Pulled away the ropes at his feet. Her perfume filled his head, all oranges and summertime with something darker beneath it, an itch in the back of his brain. 

"You'll find out soon enough." Mimi answered. "Sit up. Put your legs down. I'll help you out."

"Yes, Ma'am." The words came without prompt. Sven hadn't even expected it himself. They had slipped from his lips as automatically as breathing. 

Mimi walked around the car and opened the opposite door, cupped his face with her hand. "You look nervous, baby."

Sven grinned. "It's not everyday I get taken to the woods by a cute girl, is it?"

"No." she nodded. "It isn't and it won't be. Get out."

He did as asked, staggering awkwardly from the car, the rushing endorphins making his legs weak. Her amused features making the blood rush south so that he was at once, hard and light headed, desperate for her. 

"I've got you." Mimi's fingers were knotted into the rope that secured his wrists to his waist. "You need to do nothing but stand against this tree." She hefted him backward so that the bark dug into his back, pushed its way through the thin cotton of his work shirt. 

She untied him completely and shifted on her feet like she was about to rope a particularly flighty calf before securing his wrists so that his arms were pulled backwards around the thick trunk, the long rope holding them in place. Sven had to stand with his legs apart and his chest pushed put a little, to make the standing comfortable. Somewhere in the forest, a branch snapped. 

"What was that?" his head jerked to the side and his eyes went wide. Mimi laughed. 

"Calm down, it's probably just a deer or something." She grinned, rubbed his side for a few moments like soothing a scared horse then moved higher, kissed him on the neck. "Maybe it isn't." she teased, her breath against his ear, "Maybe we're being watched."

He couldn't help but moan, felt like his blood had been replaced with gasoline and she flamed in the sunset. He didn't speak, just watched as she pulled open his belt, edged down the zip on his pants. Her prying fingers were cold against the heat of his hardening flesh. Mimi smirked. 

"And you always said you didn't like camping." The sing song in her voice returned, chiding, mocking, made his mouth ache for hers. 

For a few moments she watched him blush, his bottom lip sinking behind his teeth, his eyes closing, then pressed him again, her hand never relenting from the long, languid strokes she gave him. "Not like you to be quiet, pet."

"No, Ma'am." The words hissed through his gritted teeth. "Oh fuck. Babe, I-"

"What?" Her hand flew to his cheek again. "What was that?"

He smiled, exhaled. "Sorry. Ma'am, if you keep on going I'm going to come."

She nodded, rubbed his chest. "We'll soon fix that." She said. "I want to keep you on edge. Make you focus." 

She stepped away and he watched her amble to the car with the kind of relaxed sway that people have on the beach or at summer picnics. Mimi looked like she was heading for a cool bag full of beers but returned, inevitably with a crop and a handful of clothes pegs. 

"Playtime." She waved the crop at her boyfriend then swatted him across the thighs with it. He gasped, shifted against the tree. 

"Harder than I expected." He said. 

Mimi nodded slowly, traced upward over his erection with the tip of the crop. "Good." She said. "Remember you have your safeword if you need it."

Sven nodded. "Yes, Ma'am. Red, yellow, green. Just like usual."

"Yep." Mimi pulled his pants around his ankles, watched the thick muscles in his thighs flex as he shifted his weight from foot to foot. "Ready?" 

Sven nodded, watched his girlfriend step back and focus on his thighs. The second swat she landed was harder than the first, it set the rhythm for the blows that followed; neat strikes that made him moan and struggle.

"Thank you." He said. Repeated the phrase over and over as the blows landed like some meditative litany. "Thank you, thank you, thank you." 

"My pleasure, darling." Mimi's tone was bright and glinted with desire. She centred herself, felt herself tighten at the vision of him breathing hard and desperate with the welts rising on his thighs. She would have fucked him then and there if she hadn't had anything else planned. She dropped the crop, stepped towards him, felt the heat rise off his body. 

"Such a good boy." She whispered, popping open the buttons on his shirt. 

"Thank you, Ma'am." Sven nuzzled at her hair, swallowed hard. 

"Who do you belong to?" she asked, her hand rubbing his chest, pushing away his shirt. "Tell me, baby."

"You." He said, clearing his throat. "You, Ma'am."

"Yes." She nodded, tiptoed upward to kiss him. "You do." 

Their lips met, her tongue prying his mouth open. Mimi pushed him against the tree again, her arm flung around his neck with passionate urgency. Her palms were anchored into his sides, her body flat against his. 

"Are you okay?" she asked, planted another peck on his mouth. 

He nodded, smiled. "Yes, I think-OW."

Mimi laughed, stepped back again. "Good." 

"That fucking hurt, Amanda." 

She laughed mischeviously. "Nipple twist never fails, sugar." 

"Fucking hell." 

Mimi stepped forward, rubbed his chest. "I've barely even started." 

She pulled a couple of clothes pegs from her jacket pocket and smiled at him. Snapped one of them open and shut a couple of times. Sometimes the simplest things were the most effective.

He didn't speak. Didn't need to; his body gave him away every time and Mimi never tired of watching his eyes get inky or of the way his breaths came louder through parted, expectant lips. She never tired of it because she had waited so long to see it in a lover and had thought that she would never find someone who thrilled at the tightening of ropes or the slap of the crop the way she did. For the longest time, Mimi feared that she would have no choice but to fold away her desires like a stack of old photographs and take them out only in the most private moments. Then, one night, she had told him this and, much to her surprise, found that he did not dismiss her. From that moment on, they careened forward exploring one another's kinks with vigour, their passion ignited. For a moment, Mimi thought she would cry she was so happy and looked past him to the forest beyond. The sunlight dappled him with bruise coloured shadows, shot his dusky hair through with copper. She watched him struggle again as the bark dug into his back.

"You still have trouble with it, don't you?" Mimi said. She attached a clothes peg to his nipple. 

"What?" he asked, his voice rising at the dull throb that radiated through his chest. 

"Submission. Your kinks." Mimi continued. "That's why you waited so long to admit to it."

He nodded, the colour rising in his cheeks. "Yeah." He breathed, "Yes, Ma'am."

Mimi shook her head. "We should have done this so long ago, baby." 

She stood close to him, applied another clip to his other nipple. "It makes me so wet." 

 Before he could reply, she kissed him again, her body pressed against his chest with such force that he felt the buttons on her shirt dig into his skin. This time, she hugged him close, trailed kisses down his neck. She pressed her mouth against his chest, felt his heart beat against her cheek. 

"I'm going to fuck you." She said. "I've been thinking about this all day." She stepped back and began un-knotting the rope from the tree. "You seem like you're ready now. It the headspace I want you in." she smiled, looked up at him. "Appropriately subby."

Sven blushed. It was true what Mimi said, he did find it hard to admit that submission was what he wanted. He also knew that his embarrassment made her wet like nothing else and that, much to his chagrin, made him hard. It was a frustratingly perfect fit. 



 Humiliation, it transpired, had become a key part of their play as the months had passed. They had amassed quite a toy-box including various lengths of rope, paddles and whips and vibrators with all manner of functions and settings but nothing seemed to make her quite so rapacious in her desire for him as his own struggle, his fight to balance desire and embarrassment. The moment the rope fell away, his arms curled forward, scooping her up, muscle memory at work, his mouth meeting hers again. 

"Not so fast." She caught his left wrist and smiled up at him. "Calm down. It's me fucking you not the other way around." Mimi knew that would hit him where it hurt and, as expected, he blushed again. "So obliging, aren't you?"

He nodded, his fingers brushed at her t-shirt. "Yes, Ma'am."

"And you're going to be obedient, aren't you?" Mimi queried. 

He nodded, gasping as she curled her fingers around his cock again, pulling it back to life. "Oh, yes" he smiled. "Yes."

"Such a slut." Mimi said, kissed him on the mouth. "Lie on the ground. I need to get something from the car." 

"What?" he shuffled forward awkwardly, began pulling up his pants.

"You'll see." Mimi called. "Get undressed."

"Now?" He asked, apprehension clear in his voice. 

In the back of the car, something heavy and metallic clinked. Sven looked up to see Mimi grabbing out for something large and heavy though he couldn't see what. He pulled his shoes off. When Mimi had grabbed him he had still been in his work clothes and he was hoping he could recycle the same suit on Monday morning. Realised now that it would probably need a trip to the cleaners first and that Mimi's request that he wear it that morning suddenly made perfect sense. 

"You picked this one on purpose, didn't you?" he asked. 

Mimi nodded. "Of course. It's the oldest, cheapest suit you own and I hate it." 

He shook his head, gave her a sideways look. "It's not that bad."

"No one wears trousers like that any more." She said, "Plus, you're filling out a little. The jacket was a shade too tight. I noticed when you left this morning."

"Thanks a lot." Sven raised an eyebrow, pulled off his shirt, added it to the pile of clothes nestled in the leaves. "Though I think that's down to your penchant for baking. I graduated university in that suit."

"Exactly." Mimi said, she dropped the bag she was holding and it thunked ominously when it hit the ground. "Now, tell me again about the long time Kidnapped By Amazons fantasy you have." She smiled, pulled him closer. 

Sven huddled near her, a weird, self-conscious arousal slopping about inside of him, kicked up my Mimi's clear enjoyment of it. "I...uh.." he smiled nervously, started over again. Somewhere behind the desire was the growing feeling that this would be it; the thing that would drive her away, the fantasy that was a touch too weird. "Well, when I was a kid I had this...thing... where I was somehow on this desert island, as you know, and...uh...I get kidnapped by this tribe of women."

"And what happens when they get you?" she grinned, her hand trailed between his thighs again. 

Sven blushed furiously, curled his tall frame towards her as though he were twelve years old all over again and caught with his pants down. "They're bigger than me and overpower me and then they fuck me." He said, the words clacking like marbles in front of him. 

"Ironic." Mimi said. "Given that I'm easily a foot shorter than you."

Sven laughed. "Yeah."

"But I don't need to be taller, do I?" Mimi's voice sank to a husky lull, her hand still toying softly between his thighs. "I just need to know what buttons to press." Her final enunciation came with the flip of her nail over the head of his cock. "Don't I?" she asked. 

"Yes, Ma'am." Sven said. 

"And how do you get fucked in this fantasy?" She continued, her breath curling itself around the tingling flesh of his nipple. 

"They tie me down and then there's a line and they fuck me 'til I'm empty." He said. "Until it hurts."

"That's pretty slutty." Mimi said. "Pretty fucking hot, too." 

"Thank you, Ma'am." He found he was rock hard, oozing with shame and desire. "I've never told anyone that before." He said. 

Mimi smirked. "If I remember correctly there was more, wasn't there? I'm sure you've told me this before."

Sven nodded, felt the blood rise in his cheeks again, a shiver flared in his chest. He had been hoping that Mimi wouldn't raise it. Idiot. "Yeah." He nodded, looked away. 

"And are you going to tell me?" she cooed, stepping away from him, sizing him up like a hungry lioness. "Lie out here." She gestured to the forest floor, to the desiccated leaves and the dark earth that had dried to powder in the July heat. "Tell me while I tie you down." She said, shaking four, heavy, metal tent hooks from the bag. 

"You're going to do it, aren't you?" Sven said. "You're going to-"

He was silenced by her palm, pressed against his lips. "Calm down." She said. "Don't get tense. It'll make it worse."

He nodded and Mimi unclipped the two clothes pegs from his nipples and the blood rushed back, made his chest tingle. Sven lay down as Mimi had asked, wondered what part of his churlish childhood fantasy she'd play on. He was terrified that she'd laugh at him or worse, find it distasteful. He looked over to where she had knelt down next to him. She was level with his hip and arranging the pegs and a few lengths of rope that he didn't recognise on the ground. 

"You look nervous." Mimi rubbed his thigh and he jumped at the sensation, as though she were full of static electricity. "Don't be, darling. At least, not yet anyway." She winked. "Are you worried that I find your fantasy stupid?"

"A little." Sven admitted. "It's one of my earlier submissive fantasies. Ever since I was young. I..." his hands floated in front of him, trying to pull the thoughts from the air as though they were flying insects. "I don't know..."

"Men are always afraid." Mimi smiled. "Women are less so because we don't have the thundering weight of masculinity on our shoulders. Silly boy." Mimi sank down and kissed his belly, planted a kiss against the soft flesh with all the tenderness he could possibly have needed. Sven reached out, curled his fingers into her hair. Mimi picked up a peg and a hammer, grinned at her boyfriend. She laughed as his eyes widened, she loved a good mind fuck as much as the next girl. Sven watched her as she began driving the peg into the dry earth, the soil curling up in plumes and cracking. 

"Arm out." It was less of a request and more of a statement of fact. Mimi grabbed her lover's arm, pulled it out, tied it to the peg. She repeated the process with the other arm, standing and moving it just far enough away so that his shoulder blades pushed down into the dust and sweat began to pool in the small of his back. His heart beat faster as he watched her work. She had planned everything, he thought, and never said a word. The suit, the faux kidnap, the damn tent pegs. The hammering noise was metallic and menacing and a little more arousing than he was entirely comfortable with. Sven was terrified that they would be discovered but Mimi shushed him, explained in a typically cool way that was just a risk they took. She didn't secure his ankles right away, as he was expecting. Instead, Mimi took the opportunity to stop, pulling a bottle of water out of the car and gulping thirstily. 

"Okay, now you're just taking the piss." 

Mimi cocked her head. "It's thirsty work, baby. I would offer you some but I really don't think now is the time. Don't pull."

Sven frowned, laughed with frustration. "Sorry, Ma'am." 

"You will be if you don't stop wriggling." Mimi pulled off her jacket, kicked off her sandals. Soon enough, her jeans and t-shirt followed and she stood only marginally more clothed than he did. "It can be psychologically draining, can't it?" Mimi reached towards his cock again, began rubbing. "Sometimes, the waiting is the worst part because you have no idea what is going to happen next. You might get the fuck of your life or I might get back into the car and drive off."




Sweat in the Dirt



"Don't talk like that." He ground his hips upward, rubbed himself against her palm. 

"It's working, though, isn't it?" Mimi said. "You're getting hard again."

"Yes." Sven's voice dropped a little, until it receded into long, low breaths as he tried to centre himself. Mimi watched him move, watched his hips buck and his toes curl as the tension built. She was a patient woman; it was what had brought her him in the first place and, like all good hunters, it was what would get him to the place she wanted him. "Fuck." He grunted the word, kicked up the dust. Mimi purred, felt her pussy tighten behind the thin cotton of her underwear. She said nothing, luxuriated in his demise. More curses followed the first. 

"God fucking dammit. Please, please fuck me." He mewled. "Please. It really aches."

"Try harder." Mimi said. She pulled her hand away, delighted when he gasped. She stood, found that she was glowing with the heat of desire and walked, as casually as she could muster to the car and rooted about in the toy bag. She found the lube she was looking for, returned. 

"I hope you're ready." She laughed. "I'm going to climb on and keep going regardless of your...state." She kissed his temple and then knelt next to him, slicked his cock with the cool lubricant. Sven hissed, his palms opening and closing, his legs pulling upward. "If you want or need to safeword then you can. Do you understand?"

He nodded. "Please kiss me."

"I asked you a question, you need to answer it." Mimi said, her tone level. "Do you understand?" 

"Yes, Ma'am." 

Mimi smiled, kissed him hard on the mouth, felt a shiver skate down her spine as he arched his back to meet her body. "You're all sweaty, baby." She wiped a handful of dirt across his chest, kissed him again. Sven found that the hormones jangling about in his blood meant that he was soon being reduced to nods and grunts and single word answers. He found he couldn't stop staring at Mimi's panties, had never wanted someone to remove their underwear and fuck him until he cried so much in his entire life. 

"Please just do it." He said. "Please."

Mimi stood, stepped out of her underwear. "Did you beg like that in your fantasies?" 

Sven shook his head, felt his cock twitch. "No."

"Then don't beg now." Mimi climbed over his torso and squatted down so that her pussy pressed against his hardened length. "It's not polite." She landed a kiss on his lip with such gentility that he was left gasping. Sven made to ask again, stopped himself, blushed. 

"Good boy." Mimi sank against him, exhaled heavily. "God fucking damn, you are so hard tonight, aren't you?"

He nodded, mewling at the feel of her slick warmth devouring him, her fingers pressed into his chest. He tried to meet her rhythm the best he could, the delicious tension in his gut eclipsing the ache between his shoulders. Sven's arms fizzed and he gripped the tent pegs, welcoming their presence, their metal edges settling against his palms. He fell into the pace that Mimi set, watched her lean back and jam her thighs against him, her hair falling over her shoulder, utterly focused on her own desire. His whole body shimmered with need, like heat rising off asphalt, focusing the pain and desire into one white hot pool of sensation that collected in his gut them pressed lower into his backside and thighs and the ache in his balls. Soon enough the ache twisted up into a hard tense orgasm that shuddered straight through him and left Sven panting hard. Mimi worked with it, kept moving in spite of its arrival. Just as she had promised. In fact, Sven felt that she had pretty much ignored it, pounding on, fucking him, using him like his own pleasure was a useless by-product of hers and fingering her clit like his cock was an afterthought, an amusing added extra. After a few minutes, Mimi began working her hand harder, her fingers slick with her secretions, riding him and clenching her muscles hard around him. She leant forward as she came, breathing hard against his neck, her nails ground into his sides. A trail of obscenities leaked over his shoulder before finally, she stilled and lay against him, breathing hard, her hair across her eyes and a Cheshire cat grin curling upward. 

"Permission to speak, Ma'am." He said, reminded suddenly of his old army days. 

Mimi nodded. "It speaks."

"You okay?" he laughed. 

"I am now." She planted a languid kiss on his chin. "You?"

Sven pulled his leg up, lay it against her, a poor substitute for a hug, he felt."Kind of drunk."

"You look it." Mimi cupped his face, sat up. "You're filthy."

"I learned from the best." He sighed. 

Mimi reached out, twisted his nipple. "That wasn't what I meant." She laughed. "I meant you're literally dirty." 

"You helped that." He said. 

Mimi stood, pulled on her underwear, and trailed over to the car again. She pulled an armful of clothes and her handbag from the front seat of the car. "Might just leave you here." She said, laughed as Sven's face fell for a split second. 

"You wouldn't." He called, a tiny flicker of fear flashing in his gut. 

"No." Mimi reassured him. "I wouldn't." She pulled on a fresh t-shirt, scrambled back into her jeans. 

"Are they clothes for me?" he eyed the pile she had laid on the floor, next to the hated suit and his work brogues. 

She nodded, began untieing his wrists from the pegs. "Jeans and a white t-shirt. There's a comb and some face wipes in my handbag, too, if you want to clean up." 

"Thanks." Sven sat up, rolled his shoulders. The post scene haze still shimmered in front of him, settled onto his shoulders like a warm blanket. 

"Take your time." Mimi soothed. "Sit there for a bit if you need to." She grabbed the rope and the tent pegs in one hand, scooped up the clothes-pins and the riding crop in the other, dumped it all in the back of the car. Walking back to their clearing, she watched him move and stand, stretching slowly like he had risen from the earth itself. 

"You look positively sylvan." She slapped his bottom and pulled open her bag, handed him the face wipes. "You have leaves in your hair, Sven."

"Could have been worse." He pulled open the packet she had handed him, wiped his hands and face. 

"How?" Mimi pulled on her sandals again. 

"Not telling." Sven kissed her on the mouth and she curled her arms around him. "You might get ideas."

She pouted up at him. "You know I'll think of a few things anyway." 

Sven nodded. "I know."

Mimi pulled him close, kissed him hard on the mouth, her hands running over his bottom. "Love you." She smiled. "Even if I did kidnap you and drag you into the woods."

"You didn't laugh." He said, pulling the fresh clothes on. "Thank you. It seems silly now."

"It isn't." Mimi shook her head. "They never are. When will you learn that I think your submission is hot as fuck?" She sighed at him, watched him button the jeans. "When will you learn that I think you are hot as fuck, you silly thing?" she kissed him and he grabbed her, kissed her right back, harder than before. 

"I guess you're going to have to keep showing me." He shrugged. 

Mimi shook her head. "Pick up your damn suit and get in the car." She walked ahead. Sven balled up the suit and shirt, slid his feet into his shoes. 

"Not the Friday night I was expecting." He said as they pulled away, brake lights glowing in the dusk. "I think I pulled my damn shoulder, too."

"No." Mimi looked over, rubbed his back. "Really? Are you okay?"

Sven nodded, grabbed her hand. "I'll live."

"We can have a shower when we get home." She said. "And proper after care and cuddles." 

Sven squeezed her hand, watched her drive, the sunlight making her squint. For a long while there was nothing but the green blur of the forest and then, open fields which reminded Sven of being a kid and Switzerland and the smell of the vines in the summer. 

"You know, for nearly fourteen years I was sure that this would be a dirty secret that I would have to hide from nice girls my mother liked." He sighed. "and now, sweet girl," he kissed Mimi's hand, smelt her perfume again mingled now with the metallic tang of earth and sweat, "Now I have you and this."

Mimi squeezed back. "You do. Always."

"I'm ashamed that I'm embarrassed about my kinks now." He said, watched her focused on the road. 

"What?" Mimi looked over at him. "You should never be embarrassed. Never."

He shook his head. "How can you be so..."

"What?"

"Endlessly sweet and patient and fucking devious all at once."

Mimi grinned. "You bring it out in me. The only one."

"Really?" He asked. 

Mimi nodded, couldn't find a way to explain the feeling in her chest that had grown into her cells, every fibre and organelle of her body. The intangible weight of love that made her fearless and ten feet tall. "Always." She said. "You've no idea."

"I think I do." He explained. "I know I do."

"I know." Mimi smiled at him,turned right, focused on the road and the weight of his hand in hers and the way the emptiness she had known for so long had disappeared with the winter.



Sweat Soaked Shorts



Chapter 1

Warm up and stretch.

At 7.30 in the morning it was already too hot and I was finding it difficult not to fidget as sweat trickling down my back pooling between my butt cheeks and soaking into the top of my electric blue running shorts. 

I had recently started to run the trail path of NYC's Van Courtland Park with my friend Jessie. An older Dominican woman I knew through my Aunt, Titi Santina.

Jessie was a little late and my mind was starting to wander. I imagined what I must look like to the other people in the park. They would see a short Puerto Rican girl with long curly hair tied back, framing a soft, sensual face with large dark eyes and plumb kissy lips. My skin is very lightly freckled and a rich golden olive tan. Legs, toned; the sculpted curves of an enthusiastic runner. My legs bumped the high, round and generous cheeks of my ass which curved together with my stomach and though tight, stuck out and was a endless source of fuel for Jessie to tease me. Calling me all sorts of names that referred to my proud proportions. The most common was Beany because years ago she noticed that in profile my body had the shape of a kidney bean. And when I thought of how I looked I would also think of how good Jessie and me must have looked together. If I was the kitten she was the cat. Her feline, mischievous mouth clashed with intense green eyes that almost glowed, framed by large, arched eyebrows. Skin a warm tone between caramel and chestnut. Jessie's strong thick curves were somewhat similar to mine apart from one obvious difference. Her large pendulous breasts.

As I waited I floated into fantasy. Vague images. Scenes of catching Jessie changing. Glimpsing her tits free and on display, maybe a peek of her pussy as we undress for a swim...

Catching myself I focused on the moment, back to reality.

I bounced on the balls of my feet. Squinting, watching the low sun flicker through the trees. I concentrated on my breathing. My cute 32B breasts snug under the tshirt that already had a small batch of sweat soaking through at the collar.

With a yelp I caught the sting of a slap on my butt and suddenly Jessie was running in front of me. She spun around and with a flick of her tongue and with a low giggle said,

" Keep up Champ we got 3 miles of trail to work through."

I felt my stomach in my month. Jessie looked amazing. Her tight white running shirt left her arms bare and her bust and belly covered but still so plumb and full. As usual her shorts where too short and so hot. Her phone in an interior pocket, making a small angular lump on her right hip. As her round, full cheeks bounced the bottom of her sheer, black shorts would flick up and I would get a flash of the base of her ass cheeks. That little wrinkle where cheek meets thigh getting tight then loose, tight then loose. I quickly caught up to her and we started our usual routine of work gossip and chat about various TV shows. I stole glances at my magnificent running partner. Watched sweat patches grow. The bounce of her juicy curves, her thick dark curly hair pulled back into a flowing ponytail. Even though I was focused on the run I felt a vague flicker in my pussy. My kitten had started to purr. 

As we climbed the hill our chat slowed. Sweat streamed down our faces. We must have been about a mile into the run when Jessie took a detour off the path.

"Beany in gotta pee," she squeaked as I watched her sweaty curves disappears into the woods. I spun on my heels and was quickly right behind her as we followed a vague path deep into the thick foliage. After about 15 seconds Jessie led me into a small clearing.

She hooked her thumbs around her waistband and asked if we were alone.

" Of course," I said. "We're in the middle of nowhere." 

With a face of desperation and gulping air Jessie muttered "Good, Just you and me."

My head darted about looking for anybody that may stumble past us. Jessie's shorts and panties were so drenched in sweat that she having trouble peeling them past her generously sized rear end. She looked over her shoulder at me with a mixture of comedic horror and frustration, " I really gotta pee!" she hissed. She sucked her teeth, realized her phone was getting in the way and passed it to me. So at last at the top of her butt crack appeared and she tugged the kit past her tush. Perhaps she heard me gasp as I had my first good look at her bare behind. Though her skin was a warm brown her tan lines were still quite visible and incredibly sexy. My stomach tightened as a warm tingle tickled my sex. 

With her shorts and panties around her ankles she looked around and asked for confirmation that no one was coming. I had no idea. Her butt had hypnotized me and my pee watchman job had totally slipped my mind. With a half assed, "You're fine." from me she squatted, looking over her shoulder again at me, paused then a tiny squirt of pee escaped. The sound of the piss on the forest floor and the sparkle of light that refracted off the tiny gush forced my attention to Jessie's spread butt as she squatted. What startled me was the hairyness. I expected a trim bush like mine but no, Jessie's muff was furry and pitch black with thick pubes. With the light behind her she was almost silhouetted so I couldn't see much detail but my attention was snapped away from her rear by her low moan. The squirt of piss from a second ago was followed by a pressure hose of crystal clear pee. It hit the ground, splashing the inside of Jessie's ankles and wetting her spread cheeks and the back of her running shorts, which she was now desperately tugging forward. Still peeing with the force of a thoroughbred Jessie looked back over her shoulder at me and mumbled, "Now that's good." but seeing I was staring at her soaking peach she snapped the clichéd, "Take a picture, it'll last longer." Caught, I gave a guilty grin, felt my eyebrows raise two foot and realized I was vaguely stroking my clit through my shorts. I laughed, Jessie giggled then my mind sprung into perverted action. Reaching behind me I grabbed Jessie phone. As she stumbled up straight, grappling

with her sodden shorts I snapped a photo her. "You dirty bitch! You got me." Jessie yelped. Then firing blind I snapped another photo of her. Jessie was stunned, prone as kitten with her wet kit still halfway up her thighs. Her big round butt glistening with sweat and a splash of pee.

With the most evil of grins she pulled her kit back down and teased me with, "Hey Mami, I'll give you something to remember me by." One foot quickly stepped out of her shorts, her shoulders lowered, she reached behind to the inside of her cheeks and with what seemed like no effort she spread her ass. Raising her phone I snapped off a photo with out looking. My stomach flipping and even with my sweaty crotch my wet pussy was becoming overwhelming.

The moment was so uncomfortable. I was lost with no idea what to do next then out of the corner of my eye I noticed two other runners just cresting the ridge. Tapping Jessie's arm I pointed at them and with out a word she quickly tugged her shorts back up and I slipped her phone into the tight pocket of my shorts. We trotted back to the main path. Joining about 20 yards behind the two other runners. For about 5 minutes we ran in silence. I desperately wanted to say something but I had no idea what. Leaving the dirt track we hit the tarmac road that went past the old, dilapidated Park Ranger's hut. The unspoken tension was broken when Jessie pulling up. A stone in her shoe had nipped her heel and hobbling to the hut she leant again the wall and pulled off her sneaker. Shaking the pebble out she asked how the photos looked. Her direct question came as somewhat of a relief and I answered her honestly that I didn't even get a chance to check them out. Her damp tush was distraction enough. Asking for the phone she said it was best that they were deleted. Reluctantly I agree, wishing I had at least got a glimpse of then. As I handed the phone to Jessie our fingers brushed and eyes met. Again Jessie flashed that wicked smile, "This is exciting yes?".

"Yes, well exercise gets the endorphins pumping. The blood busy." I answered. Desperately trying to suppress a childish giggle.

"So, these photo's you took of me. How slutty do I look?"

"To be honest Jessie you look slutty in every photo, so these, if I had to guess will be off the charts!"

"We'll see." then opening up her gallery she laughed and turned the camera for me to see. 

The first photo was pure comedy. Her butt was not even in the shot and her head in three quarter profile, low in frame with a goofy mask of relief. A woman peeing who had been holding it in for a while. More forest glade than smut.

Brushing off the photo with hands on my hips I confidently stated, "See, you've nothing to worry about."

"Uh huh, Beany." Looking deep into me then back at her gallery she swipped to the next photo, "So it looks like you're an artist." Looking at the photo I saw what she meant. The low morning sun was right behind her and only Jessie's back from shoulders to knees were visible. The squat had spread her cheeks with the forest of pubes and meaty pussy lips black, silhouetted and partially hidden by lens flare. Light danced off the puddle beneath her and the drops attached to her bush. I felt a mixture of disappointment and confusion when I realized that the silhouetted nature of the photo had hidden any detail of her butt hole. Why on earth was I so desperate to check out Jessie's ass? Then of course, like some Santeria Priestess, Jessie read my mind, "Lucky you didn't catch my asshole. I'd so embarrassed."

"Well it looks like you're all good. These are nothing. Rude fun."

"But the last one Beany. I know you haven't forgot you took it."

"It'll be of a tree and your shoulder."

Jessie looked at her phone then at me with genuine shock.

"It's a little more than that B." and Jessie passed me then phone.

I made a low, slight squeal. The picture was pure filth. Jessie looking over her shoulder straight at the viewer. Her face almost snarling, daring you to challenge her. Sweat plastering hair to forehead. Brow furrowed in some kind of sensual fever. Her running tanktop drenched in sweat, riding up her back with the thick straps of her sports bra exposed. Her hands clamp around her cheeks and with such a fierce thrill I see her left fingers are only an inch or so away from her hairy asshole. Distorting, pulling and slightly opening it. Winking the bright pink eye. The right hand is lower on the right butt cheek and nearer Jessie's pussy, tugging it slightly open. Through her thick black pubes, between her milk chocolate lips the sopping wet pink of her sex leaps out. Jessie stepped beside me so we could both look at the photo at the same time. Her sweaty shoulder brushed me and was almost eye level with her fat, massive titties.

" I can zoom in." she whispered and pinching the screen with her fingers we both got a close up of her drenched pussy and ass. Pubes held droplets of moister. The wrinkled texture of her distorted anus and labia seemed so perfect and contrasted with the pink shiny inner folds of her sex.

Jessie muttered, "If I could eat me I would."

I gulped and resided the urge to make eye contact with her but I couldn't and she leaned forward...and pulled her running shoe back on. I stood there with my knees shaking and a puddle of juice in my running shorts as Jessie ran on, back toward the trail.

I got my shit together and desperately tried to forget the previous 10 minutes. After another half hour of running and distracted small talk we arrived at our starting place. Both sweating heavenly and buzzing from the strange bit of lesbian play we did our usual breakdown of our run. As we discussed our pace and the condition of the path it became obvious that neither of us was going to mention the photos. That was fine by me because I was still trying to process what had happened. So the uncomfortable conversation trailed off and Jessie hugged me goodbye. We separated with our usual hug and mumbled an agreement to meet same time tomorrow. I watched her walk back toward the car park. Her dark Dominican skin glistening and large round butt bouncing with each step.

*

Chapter 2

The cautious jog.

As the rest of the day went on I constantly fought the urge to cancel the next days run but my conflicted feelings about the mornings events kept being suppressed by one dominant feeling, I enjoyed it all so much.

I left work totally spaced out, Jessies curves dominated every thought and as my train rumbled up to Yonkers I had to almost wrestle my hand away from strolling inside my panties. I had never felt so horny.

Before the days Sapphic fun run I had played around with a couple of girls. The first was my cousin's fat Jamaican bridesmaid who ate my pussy during the drunken hen weekend in Cancun. After I had almost died due to the amazing orgasm she'd forced on me she just raised my legs up, kissed my asshole then walked back down to the hotel bar. I was relieved I wasn't expected to eat her out because the idea of returning the favor freaked me out.

Then a Skype cam chat with my old boss (a skinny red headed Irish woman) once ended up me naked and fingering my spread pussy after she watched urging me on with filthy commentary and her right hand busy between her legs beneath the camera's gaze. 

I spent plenty of time with both woman after the encounters but the lesbian shenanigans where never mentioned which was fine by me.

There are few things that smoother my libido but my parents badgering me is one of them and the moment I got home they were on my case. I had moved back home 4 months earlier, after my asshole ex-fiancé was arrested, naked and smoking crack with his withered Bitch of an ex. Bombarded with questions, suggestions and ideas about getting my life back on track I dodged their interference, grabbed my laptop and flopped onto the couch with my earphones in and a bowl of my Moms Chicken and rice. Just as I was about to crank Muse up I heard something that almost made my spit-take my soda. My Mom had met Jessie at the supermarket and Jessie was so grateful I was helping her get back into shape. Struggling to keep composed and just gave my puppy dog eyes and whined, "Mom I'm really tired." And so with a warm empathetic smile Mom went back to the kitchen to bother my Dad about whatever harebrained business scheme he was brewing up.

Facebook was dead. Just the usual mixture of bitchiness and reminders that I had so little. I checked out a couple of Stephenie Meyer's forums but found no friends on the chatrooms so after wasting more time on Break.com hoping to raise a smile I felt lost. An incredibly confusing day had crashed around me and I felt empty. Then as force of habit and without thinking about it I decided I might as well check my email. Something I rarely did.

Who emails me expect spammers and my weird cousin Charles in New Orleans.

Who emails me? Jessie emails me. My stomach flipped again and the universe held it's breath. The email was titled "Track maps" and 6 jpegs were attached. Of course I scrolled down immediately but to my immense disappoint found exactly that. Maps of other trail running routes in New York. Until then I had not admitted to myself how desperately I wanted to see those photos again. And to be honest why would Jessie risk giving me copies of such sleazy photos of her? She played an active and influential part in our local Spanish speaking community. My hand dropped away from the laptop's touchpad and I felt the early budding of tears. Pathetic. Then the smallest spark got my attention through the bleak fog. There were 6 jpegs attached. I had just scrapped the top of the third then surrendered when I saw it was another fucking map. The other three jpegs were..?

Yes, the fourth was the goofy profile of Jessie's head, the fifth her shoulders to knees silhouetted and the sixth? I paused did she really send that one. Really?

She did.

I stared at it. Stunned emotions bounced around inside me. Agony and ecstasy.

Jessie's face distorted with lust in the photo. Her sex displayed to me like a prize. My prize.

Then beneath it was the clearest message I could of hoped for, " I trust you Beany."

I saved the photos to a hidden file then deleted the email.

My pussy now ached for attention. Flexing and grinding inner thighs together I caught myself grinning like some dumb stoner. I needed to be alone and so mumbling some vague explanation to my parents I headed to my room with my laptop and wet panties.

Almost tripping up as I rushed into my room I shut my blinds, opened my laptop and clicked the file. The little thumbnails teased me. Small reminders, vague shapes, contrasting colors in miniature. I started to undress down to my bra and panties. Clothes scattered around my bedroom. Then as I watched intensely in my full length mirror I reached behind me and started to unclasp my bra. Admiring my fine Latina curves, suddenly very conscious of my breathing, I focused on my wet panties, transparent with my juice and clinging to the valley and ridge of my pussy. A camel toe smiling at me.

Thinking of the sensation coming up. An orgasm with Jessie. Her hairy pussy and big round chestnut butt calling me in digital clarity.

Biting my bottom lip, my titties almost free...

Then suddenly there's a commotion downstairs, my father yelled. Something smashed.

Instinctively I shut my laptop, pulled on my gown and paused to catch my breath. The ruckus down stairs continued. My name called. The harsh thud of a slammed door resonated through the walls and then I knew what was up. My parents had drunk a beer too many and rows from weeks, months, years ago and burst back into life. Evening over. Pussy play turned to dust.

And so thirty seconds later my Mum in tears and at my bedroom door, asking if she could spent the night in my room on what had long ago been christened the Booze battle cot.

I fell asleep to the all too familiar sound of my Mom's low grumble of complaint. My Father this, my Father that. My damp panties rubbing against my inner thighs. Under the covers a finger very gently flicking my clit. Flexing my asshole and tickling it with my left pinky finger. 

*

Chapter 3

The sprint never ends.

My dreams were a jumble of images, hardly remembered but defiantly sordid and interrupted by the shrill, electronic squawk of an early morning text. Jessie's message was brief but clear 'I hope you're ready." Without hesitating I texted back through drowsy, squinting eyes, "20 minutes. We'll have fun.". Stopping to take a whiff of my fingers. Rich and thick with the strong musky smell of my pussy. My hand strayed back down South but with a feat of superhuman strength I resisted and hopped out of bed, skipped over my snoring Mother and darted into the bathroom. A pee, a 5 minute shower and a big glass of cold water later I was naked, back in my bedroom and choosing something to wear. There was one outfit that screamed at me and with a muffled giggle I slipped into it. Kissing my sleeping Mother goodbye I left home and jogged lightly to the Park. The air smelled fresh and looked so clear. A low morning sun picked out the pin pricks of dew on the grass and I had never felt more alive. My titties, sensitive and almost heaving. A new sensation to me considering their petit, tight size. As I rounded the corner of my block and the Van Courtland park came into view my sex almost inhaled. My clit gave a vague twitch and my tiny taint seemed to tighten. Suddenly my plump bottom lip were stinging because I was biting it so hard. Now at our meeting spot I had a pinch of panic. Where was Jessie? Looking toward the car park I couldn't see her. Was she blowing me out? A humiliating trick? Rev me up the leave me to bounce around with a unscratchable itch. I couldn't see Jessie. Nothing between me and car park expect a fat herb walking a tiny dog.




Sweat Soaked Shorts



Then I almost jumped out of skin. Jessie was right behind me!

"Your outfit is an outrage." she whispered.

The morning breeze blew her hair across my neck. I turned around to face her. Conscious of my posture. Pushing out my breasts and tensing my butt cheeks. The tight, bright blue, running shorts riding high on my golden globes.

What was she doing coming from the other side of the park, spooking the life out of me?

With a pathetic, fake mopey grin I said "It was the only thing clean I had."

Then taking my hand and starting our run she said, "Then let's get it dirty."

Before I knew it we were back to our familiar routine of running, chatting and gossiping. Chipmunks darted out of our way. Squirrels scampered up trees. Small birds tumbled up through undergrowth. My pussy pulsed as sweat started beading on my skin.

The trail pushed us forward, It's width and condition sometimes only allowing us to run in single file. The steepest part of the run loomed up ahead and Jessie let from the front. Her tight calves and thick thighs shook with solid, robust strength. Her loose running shorts whipped up, exposing her familiar chestnut brown cheeks. Stray pubes flashing into view. Through short, forced breaths she said, " I can feel you starting Beany. Focus on your running not my ass."

Even though my breathing was hard I laughed and squealed back at her, " Oh you're just jealous you're not the one at the back."

So with a move a Ninja would have been proud of she took a skip back and to the side then I found my self at the front.

We carried on up the ragged trail, Sweating, breathing heavily, Cheeks flushed and stray hairs plastered to our faces, Jessie running close behind me,

Between quick, snatched breathes I peeked back over my shoulder, looked Jessie in the eyes and said " Enjoying the view Mami?"

A wicked, bad girl grin flashed across her face.

"Beany your curves are breaking my heart," she hissed. Sweat soaking through her tank. Framing the big brown breasts that were stowed behind the lycra and elastic.

Reaching the top of the trail at it's highest point we paused to catch our breaths. The sun a little higher, skipping light off our sweaty shoulders and faces. 

Pulling out her phone, Jessie clicked her fingers and explained, "Lets remember this moment." Pulling me close she snapped a beautiful photo of us together. Framing our sweaty hug from just below out breasts to above our heads. My chin nestled just about her breasts and her free hand squeezing me tight. Our sweat mixing, damp hair draping over each other. With a quick look at the photo and a shared comedy comment we're off running again. Down hill and fast. Pebbles, dirt twigs thrown up by our gallop. Jessie turned left down a lightly trodden path then back up another dirt path and before I knew it I was lost. Our fast pace and Jessie's curves had totally made me loose focus on or route and with a rasping yelp I called for Jessie to stop.

"Where the hell are we J? This isn't our route."

Stopping, turning to face me with her hands on her damp sweaty hips, 

"Trust me Beany." Then she shot off and of course I followed.

After about another 5 mins of hard running and my filthy pornographic thoughts Jessie started to slow. She then pulled up, balled her fists and as I passed she squealed, "I'm sorry Beany but I gotta go again."

That made me stop dead in my tracks. I turned to face her, lifting the bottom of her shirt up to my face, wiping the sweat off my forehead. Looking around I couldn't see anywhere that gave the space needed. Seeing our predicament, Jessie took my hand and without a word led me down up a small side path and into a clear patch of grass that due to it's geography was obscured from the rest of the path. 

Standing next to Jessie in the clearing I looked around and again became conscious of my panting, sweat soaked kit and tight, pulsating pussy. Standing inches in front of me Jessie gently placed her hands on my minds lent forward and said, "You are such a beautiful looking woman Beany. I dream of you." I just looked deep inside her eyes, smiled then we kissed. A light kiss, tongues dancing together and lips embracing. Pulling away, Jessie passed me her phone. Hooking her thumbs around the band of her shorts and giggling she looked up and said "Get busy. We gotta remember this adventure."

I gawped in disbelieve. This was really happening.

My trance was broken and any suggestion that this all was happenstance evaporated when Jessie pulled away me and reached behind a large tree stump on the edge of the clearing. Skipping back to me she pulled a placket out of a plastic grocery back. One side was plastic and the other a soft light pale blue toweling material. Laying it on the ground she clapped her hands together and demanded my attention. Rather unnecessary because I was of course totally fixated by her every wiggle, step and bend.

"Oh Beany, by now you've figured out what I'm up to."

"You know Jessie I think I knew the moment I snapped the first photo yesterday."

"Then you're happy to play along and let me pose first?"

"Well I'm still here aren't I...HOLD ON! Pose first? What makes you think I'm interested in following you're sleazy lead?"

She didn't answer and stepping onto the sheet she turn her back to me and hooked her thumbs into the shorts waist band. 

I started snapping away. The tiny screen on the camera told me we had about 500 photos available at high def. Enough to drown in.

Sticking out her butt she pointed out the contrast between the material of her shorts and the skin at the top of her thigh and it's crease as it became the butt cheek.

Then turning to face me she pulled her top half up. Her large, heavy tittes partially exposed. Teasing the viewer she squeezed them through the top. Then she let out such a deep, resonant sigh.

"Beany, you are my hero." I just smiled and ordered her to touch her toes.

With out hesitation she turned her back to me and slowly eased down. I Snaped four full length shots then several close ups of her sweat soaked shorts tight against her butt and pussy. Stray pubes poked out the sides. Then slipping her hand through her waist band she pulled them up tight. Giving herself a wedgy and plump camel toe. More pubes sprung out and her lips looked full and meaty through the lycra and cotton. My fingers brushed my clit through my shorts.

I pulled back and as she turned around to face me as I looked her up and down. We stared at each other and she, like me unconsciously stroked her pussy.

"Those fine titties of yours have got the come out."

"What about my belly Beany." and with that Jessie pulled up her damp running tee up and tugged down the front of her shorts. Her titties popped out from the support built into the tee's design. Though free, all that was visible was the bottom of her heavy, fat breasts. The tshirt stretched and squished over them, just below her nipples. With both thumbs she had pulled her sweat drenched shorts and panties to just below the top of her pitch black wiry triangle and they now sat mid way over her hips. As I took photos I skipped behind her and caught a great shot of the top two inches of her ass crack. That was when I got my first urge to taste her. Jessie must of somehow noticed something. Perhaps I unconsciously groaned or maybe my body language got more direct? It doesn't matter because reaching behind her, inches from my face Jessie took her right index finger and pushed it deep between her ass cheeks. My photos caught it all. Full body to single freckle detail. Dragging her finger back out and with neither of us hesitating I pushed forward slightly and sniffed. A light musky smell. Fabric softener and fresh saline sweat. Healthy, robust, deeply sensual.

Jessie crooked her finger up so it was now pointing at me and I took two photos of myself popping the finger in my mouth and then sucking it. A vague taste I recognized. Similar to when I masturbated and licked my juice from my fingers or toys. I stood and without a word to Jessie, took the bottom of her top and pulled it over her head. Moving back to in front of her I dropped the top at her feet and stared at her naked chest. She laughed, impressed by my newfound boldness. Her obvious glee caught me off balance and I suddenly felt bewildered.

"Remember Beany, I trust you. Just enjoy the moment and adventure." Jessie whispered and with that I was brought back into the moment and focused on her breasts. Jessie looked so beautiful. Naked from the waist up her proportions blew me away. A waist still tight and I commented that she shouldn't really tease me about my belly. Her soft pot looked like the curve of a balloon with a ladder of pubes leading up from inside her shorts.

" I tease you Beany so you'll pay attention to me. Stare, glance and fantasizes about me naked and slutty.", Jessie said squeezing her stomach with one hand and raising her left breast up to her mouth. The end of the sentence muffle as she sucked her nipple.

I stepped forward and took several close ups of her full, cruel lips devouring her nipples.

Jessies's hand had now crept into her shorts and she was stroking the kitty and massaging the button. So taking control I stepped behind her and pulled her shorts to beneath her big, solid butt. The tiny, thin panties she was wearing barely covered her busy hand as she continued servicing herself. I took about 12 photos all around her. Three focused on her face with those intense, dark eyes looking straight down the lens. Sweat on her forehead dripping down and off her long aquiline nose. Concerned that she was traveling too quick I stroked her side and mentioned that perhaps she should slow it down. Her feet where wide apart and she brought her knees together then pulled her hands out of her panties and continued to pet herself through the cotton.

Stepping back again I suggested she should step out of her shorts. Easier said then done.

As Jessie pulled the wet, heavy shorts off the elasticated waistband became hitched on the laces and tongue of her sneaker. Her rhythm hobbled she fumbled at the shorts and ended up sitting on her ass and pulling the shorts from around her ankles. These photos were particularly hot. Very candid and voyeuristic. Frustrated she flung the shorts at me with a devilish smile.

"You ready for the filthy business Beany?"

My grin spoke volume. And was returned double fold as Jessie looked down at her groin and slowly pulled her panties aside. Then looking down the lens she dragged her pinky finger slowly between her lips. I was all around her. Behind her back with nothing filthy in few and up close as her little finger barley parted her lips. Thick pubes, wet and partially obscuring her dusky pussy lips.

Laying back with her knees up she then put her nipple back in her mouth and her fingers inside her panties totally focused again on pleasuring herself. So for the next two minutes I took about 25 photos. From her dirty sneakers and calves to her furrowed sweaty brow plastered with stray curly hairs. Her panties were virtually transparent with sweat and juice. Two fingers now sliding in and out of her sopping wet pussy.

I remembered the three previous photos and reaching down I gently turned her over. Ass sticking up and out, shoulders and head pressing again the pale blue blanket. Her hand that was lifting her breast now reached back to her ass. Stroking, brushing her anus as the other hand continued to pop herself.

This position created such hot photos. Her large, panty clad tush squirming as her hands got busy beneath them. Outrageous photos. Traveling up her body I took several close-ups of her face. The amazing contrast of her flushed. brown skin looked crazy hot against the blanket. Sweat rained off her face drenching the pale blue cotton material. As I focused on Jessie face she suddenly looked straight down the lens and snarled at me, "It's time to get filthy Beany."

Understanding, I stood up and stepping back, took a couple more photos then bent over and partially pulled down her panties. As her pussy became exposed Jessie opened its petals. Her familiar pink glistening as the lips separated and I photographed the most intimate part of her. Two fingers slid inside then reached between her legs and pointed back at me. All photographed. Preserved for Jessie's pleasure. The two fingers curled back, signaling me to come forward and I did. Then wrapped my lips around her slimy fingers. Lapping, sucking and suffocating in the deep, rich taste.

Pulling Jessie's panties down past her shoes I forced her to lay down flat on her front with her legs bent up. She pulled her ass cheeks apart making her asshole wink. Pushing and pulling it. One of her slippery fingers slowly slid into it. Tightly gripping it up to the second knuckle. The other hand, barely visible and busy on her clit.

Raising her butt back up her hand left her pussy and reached up to her asshole. The finger inside pulled out and the tight hoop was flexed and tugged by her luped fingers. I love these photos. Deeply intimate and very, very rude. Jessie was now panting deeply and she flipped herself over, on her back. Spreading her pussy lips and raising her legs high, feeding a nipple back into her mouth. Her fingers sped up. Clit hustling away partnered by the moist, rhythmic gurgle as she continued to fuck herself. I took some awesome pictures of her filthy pussy with her face in the background. Grinning, staring down the lens. Teeth bared and mean eyebrows turned up like some clichéd super villain. Jessie turned on her side raising a butt cheek. Releasing her titty she pulled a cheek up. Her exposed asshole winked up me. This didn't last long and she flopped onto her back, knees up. Hissing, "I'm there. I'm there."

Her body bright, sparkling with sweat. The panties that had hung off her foot. Flicked to the side.

A low howl as Jessie fell over the edge. I could see Jessie's pussy pulse. Her hips shook, we made and kept eye contact while the grip of an insane ecstasy sent her to a place of bright white light and total presence.

And it was over. Her limp body barely moving. Her breath low and slow. Taking a step forward I placed a hand on Jessie's shoulder, 

" You are amazing. A beautiful inspiration." I whispered.

Raising her head moving her hair from her eyes Jessie muttered, "No, just a few more photos. My pussy is still hungry."

So, we carried on. This time slower. Her limber body twisting and bending. Exposing every part of her body to the camera's gaze. Her skin utterly drenched in sweat and juice. She requested more close ups of her spread pussy but could hardly take part her sex because of natures lube.

Then without warning she stood, took a deep breath and said, "Enough." As she dressed in silence I continued taking photographs. Stopping only when Jessie reaching out for the phone. My final glimpse of the screen shocked me. "257 photographs!" I explained.

This even made Jessie double take and with a girlish giggle that lightened the intense atmosphere she said "Well Beany I knew you would not disappoint me."

I gasped, so happy with her approval. The inhale bringing the brief taste of her pussy back to life in my mouth.

Agreeing that continuing the run would drain our batteries we strolled back to the car. Chatting about but the previous 30 minutes. At the car Jessie got in the drivers side and I jumped in beside her in the passenger seat.

" Beany what are you doing?" Jessie chirped.

What was I doing? This is where I walked home. "Oh, you're right." I spluttered and got to go out but then Jessie hooked a finger around my sodden waistband, guiding me back into the seat.

" I understand Beany why talking about what we just did together would make you uncomfortable but there is something I must show you. Something that would help you understand what we have."

I said nothing. My drying sweat and buzzing mind sending a shiver through me.

Reaching under her seat Jessie pulling out a black silk bag and passing it to me with a kind smile she said a simple, "Please."

Inside was a thick photo album and I instantly knew it's contents was more than just photos. It was a journal of Jessie adventure into self. Slowly opening the front cover I focused on a photo of Jessie in a bikini on the beach. Scribbled in the corner was "Virginia beach 1980." Already a natural in front on the camera Jessie in her late teens totally owns the shot. Pulling a goofy exaggerated fashion pose her already full ass and bust demanded attention. The other photo on the same page was obviously taken the same day and is of the new bloom Jessie sitting at beach bar with an older Spanish woman. They both drink funky cocktails and share broad fun loving smiles. As something inside me clicks and I understand what Jessie needs and wants I realize that the older Spanish woman in the photos is not a stranger. It is my Aunt. My Titi Santina. I paused, turn to Jessie, "Is this what I think?" I ask.

"Yes, will you accept what you see Beany?"

Without replying I turn the page. A Polaroid. My Titi Santina naked on a beach towel. Open legs and looking straight down the camera. Her massive, heavy titties highlighted with tan lines. She bites her bottom lip, looking mischievous. The labia hardly visible. Obscured by dense, dark pubes and the pictures slight lack of focus. To the right another Polaroid of teen Jessie holding a cocktail and naked on a sun lounger. A massive tipsy grin and slick looking, damp hairy pussy.

And the theme continued as I worked through the pages. Drifting into an almost meditative state as I watched Jessie turn from a hot teen to a scalding Couger. Some pictures of a naked goofy Jessie and some an ass obsessed beast.

I understand the tradition and my new place in it.

So I passed Jessie her phone, paused then slowly dragged my shorts and panties off my ass and past my sneakers. Turning in the passenger seat to face her I shuffle my tush down, place a foot on her dash and the other on the top of the seat.

My trimmed, sweaty and wanton pussy exposed.

"I'm following you're filthy lead Jessie."



Sweater in the Heat



Early afternoon rays reflect playfully off of the soft ocean waves. Temperature, at least 95 degrees. The air, humid and heavy with each breath. Sun scorches the coarse white sand, heat emanates onto every step. I walk slowly towards you, admiring the gorgeous view. Your body glistens and I can see tiny sweat drops forming across your brow. Your white shorts are sticking slightly to your damp body, emphasizing your tan, muscular legs and waistline. You watch my every move. I pretend not to notice. Hips swaying, legs tensing, breasts gently bouncing; my string bikini fails to hide much. As I approach, I tell you that I've missed you, and you assure me that you did as well. 

A tight embrace ensues. The heat between us cannot be accounted for by the temperature alone. You wrap your arms around my thighs, lifting me high, well above your head. You spin with me, causing me to become even more lightheaded in the heat. As you lower me down gently, my sweaty body rubs all along your rock hard chest. My lips briefly meet yours. So soft, so smooth, so right. A fire is ignited. 

We walk nonchalantly to my car in the adjacent lot, pretending to be long time friends. Who are we kidding? Anybody who even remotely glances in our direction can see that we are burning hot for each other. I unlock the car door. You command me to get in the back. I obey. The car is sweltering. A wave of heat encompasses me as I climb into the backseat. I start to shift over to let you sit, but you grab my legs and hold me there, climbing in on top of me. I lay back under your weight, spreading my legs to allow you to lie down in between them. Your hips center in between my thighs, you rock towards me, allowing me to fully feel your presence. You lips find mine. Kissing me hard, getting me hotter. I feel your hunger for me through your tongue, reaching deep, searching for more. I search back, trying to fulfill my needs. I gently suck on your lower lip, teasing you, letting you feel how much I want you. Sweat is pouring across our bodies, dripping wet, mixing together. 

You hold yourself up with one hand, grabbing my breast with the other. Oh my God. I feel a surge of pleasure rock through my body. You massage it in a frenzy through the thin fabric of my string bikini, being rough with it, knowing just how I like it. You quickly push the material aside, exposing my hard nipple with is aching for your lips. You must have read my mind. You tongue finds its way within second, flicking it back and forth. "Oooh," I moan in pleasure. Damn, it feels so fucking good.

I reach between us and grab your hard dick through your shorts, rubbing it teasingly between my fingers. The delicate fabric of your shorts allows me to fully wrap my hand around it, squeezing tight as I slowly rub up and down. You put your hand on my bikini bottoms, finding the outline of my clit immediately. You apply pressure, sending jolts of electricity through me. I arch my back, tilting my head back, taking in the amazing sensations. There are drops of sweat pouring down between my tits, down my solid abs. You lick it all the way up. Your tongue sends shivers through my body.

I dig my nails across your back, causing a startled moan to escape your lips. You rub me faster. I cannot take it for much longer, my body is on fire. I need to feel you inside of me. The desire overwhelms me. I look deep into your gorgeous baby blue eyes and tell you with mine that I want you. You slide your shorts down, exposing your large, hard cock to me. I lick my lips in anticipation. 

I slide my body further underneath yours, giving myself full access to what I need. You grab around the base of your dick, and guide it to my eager lips. You rub it along the outline of my open mouth as I tease it with my tongue. Licking the tip, kissing around the circumference of the head, I build up your desire as you built up mine. I grasp the shaft with my hand, and take the head into my mouth, forming a tight seal around your throbbing member. I look up at you, giving you a full view of my mouth around your cock in line with my exposed soaking wet tits. I stare at you as I tilt my head back and take your full length into my extended throat. I reach up and cup your balls, pulling on them gently. Sweat from your body runs down my neck.

I suck hard, applying increasing contractions of pressure from the tip to the base. My eyes never leaving yours for a second. You give me a little taste of what's in store, and I eagerly rub it all around with my tongue. You taste so good. I move my head up and down, letting your cock experience the sensations of hot air and then the still stronger heat of my mouth. I take you all the way in. Your throbbing cock hits the back of my throat causing me to moan, sending vibrations all the way up your shaft. I can feel your balls start to tighten, your hips move in perfect rhythm with my head as you fuck my mouth. "Ahhh, yeeessss," you moan as you pull your cock out of my mouth, breaking the suction. 

You grab my waist and pull me up, resting your dick against my inner thigh. You spread my legs wider, move my bikini bottoms over, and rub your hard cock up and down my dripping wet slit. Gently at first, driving me wild. Then rougher, hitting my clit on your way up and rubbing it on the way down. I am so hot for you. I need you so badly. I beg. "Please, I need to feel you inside of me." You hold your dick right at the entrance, teasing me one last time before thrusting it all the way in. I scream with pain and pleasure. Soaking wet, but still as tight as the first time. You spread me open, almost tearing me apart with an animal desire that I've seen before in your eyes. 

I am completely filled. You move your hips, thrusting in and out of me harder and faster. My body moves with yours, taking you in deeper and deeper with every movement. You reach down and start to rub your thumb against my clit. I spread my legs wider. Your fingers vibrate on my clit with such intensity that I cannot control myself any longer. My heart starts racing, my body tenses up, a chill runs across my hot, sweating skin. "Oooooh, fuuuckk" I cry as wave after wave of pleasure runs through my body. Sending rhythmic contractions through my tight cunt, pulling you in deeper and deeper. You don't stop, you just fuck me harder.

I hold on tight as your hips smack hard against me, rubbing my back against the car seat. You grab my ass and pull me even deeper against you, spreading my legs to the max, allowing me to take all of you in. I scream your name. I can barely catch my breath. I beg for you to slow down, the pleasure is almost too much for me, but that only encourages you to fuck me harder and faster. 

You grab my hand and place it in between us. "You do it then," you order me as you guide my fingers to my swollen, throbbing clit. Sweating, heart racing, still riding out the climax, I can't resist. I rub my clit between two fingers, teasing it, sending my body into a whole new level of pleasure. Fuck. You take advantage of my new distraction, riding me hard, fucking me like I was meant to be fucked.

You see by the expression on my face that I am close, you thrust into me faster than I thought was possible, shaking my body back and forth as your leverage yourself on my tits. The pleasure builds deep within you, you feel the tension rising, the warm tingling sensation radiating from your balls. "Oh fuck, I'm going to cum," you scream. That puts me over the edge, a rush of ecstasy shakes me to the core. Bodies, hot and thrusting, explode together in indescribable pleasure. You cum hard, deep into the very bottom of my convulsing pussy. 

We lay for a moment, regaining our composure. We kiss deeply then adjust what little clothing we're still wearing. Stepping out of that inferno, the 95 degree air now feels freezing. "Got a sweater I could borrow?" I ask. You smile at me and walk away, paying no attention to the few people that stopped nearby to watch the incredible show.